Fever (Bite Down)
Recently, I done caught myself yeah a fever
Shawty on the line, tellin' me to come and meet her
I need my gun, yeah, brrrr, that's a heater
I'ma play my music on my speaker
If you wanna fight, you can come now
Feelin' like a dog, yeah, I bite down
By the way, off the top, I don't write down
Insomnia, got me feelin' like a night owl
Gotta hit my plug up, cause we're back in town
Pop a ten, pop a thirty, we gon go around
Pop his head, pop his friend
There's no sound sound sound
Cause we keep a silence
Every time we come around
So many options, I'ma go cop it
She wanna give me the head like noggin
Shawty a scholar, I am a baller
Stand on my money, I'm ten feet taller
I wish that I had it, a brand new patek
Like Lil Uzi, keep a ratchet
Money like Jenga, keep it stackin
Then they wanna know
How this shit happened
I tell em that I'm on the grind
I got talent
Dealin' with all the damage
I don't know how to manage
Recently, I done caught myself yeah a fever
Shawty on the line, tellin' me to come and meet her
I need my gun, yeah, brrrr, that's a heater
I'ma play my music on my speaker
If you wanna fight, you can come now
Feelin' like a dog, yeah, I bite down
By the way, off the top, I don't write down
Insomnia, got me feelin' like a night owl
Like a night owl
Like a night owl
Oh, oh, oh
Bitch
Shawty on the line, tellin' me to come and meet her
I need my gun, yeah, brrrr, that's a heater
I'ma play my music on my speaker
If you wanna fight, you can come now
Feelin' like a dog, yeah, I bite down
By the way, off the top, I don't write down
Insomnia, got me feelin' like a night owl
Gotta hit my plug up, cause we're back in town
Pop a ten, pop a thirty, we gon go around
Pop his head, pop his friend
There's no sound sound sound
Cause we keep a silence
Every time we come around
So many options, I'ma go cop it
She wanna give me the head like noggin
Shawty a scholar, I am a baller
Stand on my money, I'm ten feet taller
I wish that I had it, a brand new patek
Like Lil Uzi, keep a ratchet
Money like Jenga, keep it stackin
Then they wanna know
How this shit happened
I tell em that I'm on the grind
I got talent
Dealin' with all the damage
I don't know how to manage
Recently, I done caught myself yeah a fever
Shawty on the line, tellin' me to come and meet her
I need my gun, yeah, brrrr, that's a heater
I'ma play my music on my speaker
If you wanna fight, you can come now
Feelin' like a dog, yeah, I bite down
By the way, off the top, I don't write down
Insomnia, got me feelin' like a night owl
Like a night owl
Like a night owl
Oh, oh, oh
Bitch
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Writer(s): Bryson Contreras
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