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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