Feind by $eizeure Lyrics

Aye aye aye aye woah aye

Lay down bitch don't move you bet not make a sound

If bro see you tweakin’ we won't hesitate to stomp you out (stomp you down)

Big bans know I gotta keep alot around the times is steady changing

So I got to keep a Glock around (woah, woah)

No new friends I can't trust that u won't gun me down

Stay down for the fam they're the only reason I'm around

If bro say he ain't pay em we don't stutter step we rolling out

Hop out and we sprayin’ u won't take no food up out my mouth



Woah woah you a feind I know you a feind
Ain't no use in trippin’ baby I know what you need woah woah

Smoking gas mix that shit up wit the lean bout to crash

Hit the gas hit the dash woah woah aye

We came along way from the street

We came along way from the mud

And I knew you was a feind

I knew you was a feind

Smoking gas mix that shit up wit the lean

Twist that shit up with the lean



Mix that shit up pour that shit up with the feinds

Bro got a new drum don't jam that shit up

I got weed, mollies and percies if you want to turn up
Guess my greed don got the best of me I’m doing to much

I can't see I got to sit down I took more than enough

Not used to having much so your enough is never enough

I ain't cuff that bitch cause that bitch ain't worth more than a nut

I just wanna make enough to buy whatever I want

Then call my bros and get some weed and then collab on a blunt

Kick back and do whatever I want

I think that’s enough



Woah woah you a feind I know you a feind

Ain't no use in trippin’ baby I know what you need woah woah!

Smoking gas mix that shit up wit the lean bout to crash

Hit the gas hit the dash woah woah aye
We came along way from the street

We came along way from the mud

And I knew you was a feind

I knew you was a feind

Smoking gas mix that shit up wit the lean

Twist that shit up with the lean