Feline
Polo G, Trippie Redd · Produced by Dorien Theus, Nick Mira
Feline lyrics
Chorus Juice WRLD
Got a new 9 thatll leave your mouth wide
Leave you hogtied burnin on a campfire
Before I leave the crib I pray to God I wont die
I know its hard to kill me but I know they gon try
Yous a pussy boy yeah you a feline
Get your own business and get out of mine
Had to kill a witness aint doin no time
Watch them niggas around you they playin both sides
Verse 1 Juice WRLD
Boy yo gang aint yo gang and your homies not your homies
Run it up get that sack but do that shit right by your lonely
Choppa hit him with a force like Im ObiWan Kenobi
Dont need no court to use my torch Ive been shootin like Im Kobe
I dont need nobody I just need your body ayy ayy ayy
Im gon catch a body if you fuck with my money ayy ayy ayy
Mixin up narcotics turned me to a zombiе
Ape with a nigga Harambe
Pull up on a nigga no talkin
Leavе a nigga leakin no faucet yeah
Stand up to the opps never back down
Hell get beat with the belt like its SmackDown
Studio juug life trap house crack cocaine my track outs
Up late night like owls Backwoods smokin no White Owls
I got the lean on me right now got a gun with a beam on me right now
Chorus Juice WRLD
Got a new 9 thatll leave your mouth wide
Leave you hogtied burnin on a campfire
Before I leave the crib I pray to God I wont die
I know its hard to kill me but I know they gon try
Yous a pussy boy yeah you a feline
Get your own business and get out of mine
Had to kill a witness aint doin no time
Watch them niggas around you they playin both sides
Verse 2 Polo G
Get them niggas from round you if they wont ride
Lot of opps they love to talk but they dont slide
Gang nem on Evergreen and hustlin bitch we dont hide
Cant be with new niggas they bring around the wrong vibe
They put in years on that war Im with some real vets
Yo boyfriend still on the porch he aint in the field yet
Them guns blatt no hit and run you get your grill rattled
You had it rough when you was young so I can feel that
That pain put anger in your heart you wanna kill em all
I lost my nigga from the start I hate I missed his call
If you stay loyal play your part then you gon get to ball
Fast lane we never go in park I just keep driftin off
Chorus Juice WRLD Trippie Redd
Got a new 9 thatll leave your mouth wide
Leave you hogtied burnin on a campfire
Before I leave the crib I pray to God I wont die
I know its hard to kill me but I know they gon try
Yous a pussy boy yeah you a feline
Get your own business and get out of mine
Had to kill a witness aint doin no time
Watch them niggas around you they playin both sides (Yeah yeah)
Verse 3 Trippie Redd
In a dream world rollin with your dream girl (Woo yeah)
Said she love you but she wont leave me she a fiend girl
I dont want her body want her head guillotine girl (Head)
Devils always wearin Prada wear some Celine girl
Sorry bae I aint what you used to
I was raised up heartless Im a loose screw
Ima get all up in your head and seduce you
Chillin with some niggas in the back thatll shoot at you yeah
Ready set aim Ima blow your damn brain
If I hop out the car I shoot the bitch at close range
We aint playin both sides choppa with me 45
Juice gon hold like two 9s bitch we 1400 999
Chorus Juice WRLD
Got a new 9 thatll leave your mouth wide
Leave you hogtied burnin on a campfire
Before I leave the crib I pray to God I wont die
I know its hard to kill me but I know they gon try
Yous a pussy boy yeah you a feline
Get your own business and get out of mine
Had to kill a witness aint doin no time
Watch them niggas around you they playin both sides