Just come outside for the night (Yeah)Take your time, get your light (Yeah)Johnny Dang, yeah, yeahI been out geekin' (Bitch)FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Yeah)FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Yeah)FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!NFE!N, FE!N (Yeah), FE!N, FE!N, FE!NThe career's more at stake when you in your prime (At stake)*** that paper, baby, my face on the dotted line (Dot, yeah)I been flyin' out of town for some peace of mind (Yeah, yeah, bitch)It's like always they just want a piece of mine (Ah)I been focused on the future, never on right now (Ah)What I'm sippin' not kombucha, either pink or brown (It's lit)I'm the one that introduced you to the you right now (Mmm, let's go)Oh my God, that bitch bitin' (That bitch bitin')Well, alright (Alright), tryna vibe (I'm tryna vibe this)In the night, come aliveAin't asleep, ain't a—, ain't a—, ain't-ain'tFE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!NFE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!NFE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!NFE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!NFE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!NSyrup, woah, what?What?(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)What? (Yeah)Woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)Hit, yeah, hold up (Yeah)Yeah, I just been poppin' my * and gettin' it live, hold up (***)Yeah, you try to come wrong 'bout this *, we poppin' your tires, hold up (***)Uh, hundred-round (Woah), feelin' like I'm on tenPlayin' both sides with these hoes (Hold up), shawty, I'm *in' your friend (Hold up)I've been goin' crazy, shawty, I've been in the deep endShe not innocent, uh, she just tryna goFE!N (Talkin' 'bout), FE!N, FE!N (Yeah), FE!N, FE!N (Syrup, oh, oh, what? Syrup)FE!N, FE!N (Syrup), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Oh, oh)FE!N, FE!N (Talkin' 'bout), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Talkin' 'bout, let's go)I just been icin' my hoes, I just been drippin' my hoes (Drippin' my hoes)This is a whole 'nother level, shawty (Oh), I got these hoes on they toes (Hoes on they toes)I put the bitch on the road, she tryna * on the O, hold up, hold upI got this ho with me, she tryna show me somethin', hold up, hold up (Oh)I got flows for days, these niggas ain't on nothin', hold up, yeah (Oh)Me and my boy locked in, you know we on one, hold up, uh (Slatt, slatt)We in the spot goin' crazy until the sun upYou worried about that ho, that ho done chose up (Slatt, bitch-ass)Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't give the zip code up, hold up, yeah (Wow)FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah)Why the * these niggas actin' like they know us?Double O, Cactus, yeah, we towed up (Skrrt, skrrt), uh, yeahSwitch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up, hold up (It's lit), slattEverything hit, hold up, everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)