Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travis Scott
Performer
Playboi Carti
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacques Bermon Webster II
Songwriter
Jahaan Sweet
Songwriter
Jordan Carter
Lyrics
Khadimou Fall
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Travis Scott
Producer
Jahaan Sweet
Additional Producer
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Recording Engineer
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Just come outside
For the night (Yeah)
Take your time
Get your light (Yeah)
Johnny Dang
Yeah, yeah
I been out geekin'
[Chorus]
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein (Yeah)
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein (Yeah)
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
Fein, fein, fein, fein (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
The 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)
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 **** bitin' (That **** bitin')
Well, alright (Alright)
Tryna vibe (I'm tryna vibe this)
In the night
Come alive
Ain't asleep
Ain't a— Ain't a— Ain't a—
[Chorus]
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
Fein, fein, fein, fein
Fein, fein, fein, fein
[Bridge]
Syrup, whoa, what?
What?
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide
What? Yeah
Whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide
Hit, yeah, hold up (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I just been poppin' my **** and been gettin' it live, hold up (****)
Yeah, you try to come wrong 'bout this ****, we poppin' your tires, hold up (****)
Uh, hundred round (Whoa)
Feelin' like I'm on ten
Playin' both sides with these ****, shorty, I'm **** your friend (Hold up)
I've been goin' crazy, shorty, I've been in the deep end
She not innocent, uh, she just tryna go
[Chorus]
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
Talkin' 'bout, yeah, syrup, oh-oh (What?)
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein (Syrup, oh-oh)
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout (Let's go)
[Verse 3]
I just been icin' my ****, I just been drippin' my **** (Drippin' my ****)
This is a whole 'nother level, shorty, I got these **** on they toes (**** on they toes)
I put the **** on the road, she tryna **** on the O, hold up, hold up
I got this **** with me, she tryna show me somethin', hold up, hold up (Oh)
I got flows for days, these **** ain't knowin' 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 up
You worried about that ****, that **** done chose up (Slatt)
Pistols all in the kitchen, can't give the zip code up, hold up, yeah (Wow)
Fein, fein, fein (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah)
Why the **** these **** actin' like they know us?
Double O, Cactus, yeah, we towed up (Skrrt, skrrt)
Switch out the bag, these **** get rolled up, hold up, slatt (It's lit)
Everything hit, hold up, everything Homixide, Homixide
Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide
[Outro]
Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein, fein
Everything Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide
Written by: Jacques Bermon Webster II, Jahaan Sweet, Jordan Carter, Khadimou Fall