Travis Scott - If Juice WRLD was on FE!N

★ Intro: Juice WRLD, Travis Scott & Sheck Wes ★
The party never ends
In a motel, layin' with her friends
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end
Just come outside for the night (Yeah)
Take your time, get your light (Yeah)
Johnny Dang, yeah, yeah
I been out geekin' (Bitch)

★ Chorus: Travis Scott ★
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!N
FE!N, FE!N (Yeah), FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

★ Verse 1: Travis Scott & Sheck Wes ★
The career's more at stake when you in your prime (At stake)
Fuck that paper, baby, my face on the dotted line (Dot, yeah)
I been flyin' out of town for some peacе of mind (Yeah, yeah, bitch)
It's like always thеy 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 alive
Ain't asleep, ain't a—, ain't a—, ain't-ain't

★ Chorus: Travis Scott ★
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

★ Verse 2: Juice WRLD ★
The party never ends
In a motel layin' with my sins, yeah
The damage that I did
Did it get your attention?
I said it once, won’t say this shit again
I’m over here fuckin’ on her friends
I was riding with her in a Benz
Making her count up all of my bands, yuh
I don’t know where to began
Girl, I thought we were just friends, yuh
I don’t know where to began
Look at all this money comin' in, let’s begin
I know that you are not involved
I feel like it is all my fault
I think I want to break this off
I feel like it is all my fault
I lied, I said I was in love
It was just lust, don’t get involved
I gotta leave, I got to go
You not for me, you for the pros
Lost in the abyss over a bitch that never loved me for–
Lost in the abyss over a bitch that never loved me for shit

★ Chorus: Travis Scott ★
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

★ Bridge: Playboi Carti ★
Syrup, woah, what?
What?
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
What? (Yeah)
Woah, woah (Yeah, yeah)
(Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)
Hit, yeah, hold up (Yeah)

★ Verse 3: Playboi Carti ★
Yeah, I just been poppin' my shit and gettin' it live, hold up (Shit)
Yeah, you try to come wrong 'bout this shit, we poppin' your tires, hold up (Shit)
Uh, hundred-round (Woah), feelin' like I'm on ten
Playin' both sides with these hoes (Hold up), shawty, I'm fuckin' your friend (Hold up)
I've been goin' crazy, shawty, I've been in the deep end
She not innocent, uh, she just tryna go

★ Chorus: Travis Scott & Playboi Carti ★
FE!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)

★ Verse 4: Playboi Carti & Travis Scott ★
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 fuck on the O, hold up, hold up
I 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 up
You 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 fuck these niggas actin' like they know us?
Double O, Cactus, yeah, we towed up (Skrrt, skrrt), uh, yeah
Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up, hold up (It's lit), slatt
Everything hit, hold up, everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

★ Chorus: Travis Scott & Playboi Carti ★
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide)

★ Verse 5: Sheck Wes ★
Shawty, why you shakin'? Only wanna meet (Yeah, bitch)
Racks on my mind, racks on my sneakers (What?)
Took her from the stage, straight to the bleachers (Bitch)
Young Sheck Wes be wildin' when I'm on the beat (Yeah, bitch)
I buss her up, then cut her off, 'cause I don't need her (Wow)
Damn, mother, it's gon' burn, baby (Burn)
I can't get invested, just my turn, baby (It's just my turn)
I jump off the roof and crash a turntables (Crash a turn, phew)
The tables never turn, we got the scouts (Bitch)
I'ma make her fiend (Fiend)
We pull up, make a scene (Yaow)
Bust down my ho, my team (Yeah)
Been doin' this shit since a teen (Yeah), scream
FE!N (Yeah), FE!N (Bitch), FE!N (Yeah), FE!N (Yeah)
FE!N (Yaow), FE!N, FE!N (Bitch, yaow)

★ Chorus: Travis Scott ★
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N
FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N, FE!N

★ Outro: Juice WRLD ★
The party never ends
In a motel, layin' with her friends
I'm tryna get revenge
You'll be all out of love in the end