Fiend

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Go hit a lick and get packs for the free
Come suck the D, get down on ya knees
I wiped his nose and he ain't even sneeze
I was down bad and went got me some cheese
Pourin' hi-tech, I got pints of the lean
Mixin' codeine with the promethazine
I'm about action like I'm Charlie Sheen
For that dope, I might be a fiend
Pourin' up lean while I'm rollin up green
I make her suck dick, she think I'm mean
In missionary my dick in her spleen
Been smokin' gas since I was thirteen
My first song's in a magazine
Used to trap at the house where the door had a screen
And the trap is loaded, what the fuck do you need

Too much white
Too much green
My waist hold a Glock but it don't got a beam
Shoot ya ass down, tryna shoot up the scene
Pull up in Bentley trucks, I'm with the team
I got too much money all up on me
Go to sleep, when I pop me a bean
My new hunnids blue and my old hunnids green
I got the game on a lock and a leash
Dropped out of school, I don't need a degree
Private jet, fly right out to Greece
Just like a fridge, my diamonds on freeze
These pussies keep changing up just like some leaves
I fuck on ya bitch and I make that hoe scream
I'm smokin gelato mixed with some blue dream
My Glock got a dick but it don't got a beam

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Go hit a lick and get packs for the free
Come suck the d, get down on ya knees
I wiped his nose and he ain't even sneeze
I was down bad and went got me some cheese
Pourin' hi-tec, I got pints of the lean
Mixin' codeine with the promethazine
I'm about action like I'm Charlie Sheen
For that dope, I might be a fiend
Pourin' up lean while I'm rollin up green
I make her suck dick, she think I'm mean
In missionary my dick in her spleen
Been smokin' gas since I was thirteen
My first songs in a magazine
Used to trap at the house where the door had a screen
And the trap is loaded, what the fuck do you need



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Writer(s): Jackson Jones
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