Fein ft. swanylv Lyrics

He aint a part of my team, They gon' smoke his ass up yea uh I'm with the feins

Yeah, that boy, he gets his fits yea huh from shein

I rock out, brand new chrome hearts, bitch, I'm rockin' jeans

Tell me what its finna take, yeah, for you to lie

Let me know how much more you can take before you start to cry

Took a private jet, I'm out this bitch, yea till july

I just cannot stand these hoes, bitch, I cannot lie

Yeah, I take these bitch, huh, Straight out the sauna

Yeah, no reason to care, ha he straight out the burner

And we put your ass, yea on Jimmys' phone

And you cut your ass, hot up out the summer

Oh she hot like sauna , bitch, she wet like Sauna

Yeah, I got a whole lot of money, bitch, gon' laugh that's funny

Bitch boy soft like gummy nah, I keep my nose so runny

That boy, he fake, got a hundred caps on him

Please just put the fries in the bag on him

Crazy how my money double, triple on him

Crazy how my money got so long on him

Crazy how my money got so motherfucking big

Crazy how my money got so motherfucking big

Crazy how my money got so motherfucking big

Ya, yo money small, ah, my money big

I put a hoe in the back of the Bentley I put a hoe in the back of that Bitch

Keep me a motherfucking Elliot oh blick, run up on me you get motherfucking blitzed

Keep me a motherfucking bad lil bitch yea a bad lil hoe

I keep my lil Alien, I keep my lil pole

Sparking my motherfucking blunt, go outside and then I blow

Yeah, we do not fuck with that boy, yeah that boy his name is glo

Yeah, we pull up with motherfucking stick, yea stay out at they show

I keep a motherfucking alien on my AR top

If you wanna pull up on me, I don't even come and shine

Yeah, that boy he really lazy, waste my motherfucking time

Yeah, that boy, he really broke, begging for a dime

I just rock Balenciaga with your hoe, out in public

Yea lil hoe on Balenciaga, tell that hoe to suck it

Yeah, that little boy be talking shit, yea that lil he be buggin

Yeah, that boy, cut up out of heaven, put him in the oven

Yeah, that boy, couldn't buy a living, I could buy a dozen

Yeah, that boy, better shut him out before my alien does it

He aint a part of my team, They gon' smoke his ass up yea uh I'm with the feins

Yeah, that boy, he gets his fits yea huh from shein

I rock out, brand new chrome hearts, bitch, I'm rockin' jeans

Tell me what its finna take, yeah, for you to lie

Let me know how much more you can take before you start to cry

Took a private jet, I'm out this bitch, yea till july

I just cannot stand these hoes, bitch, I cannot lie