Fiend

Made her pop a pill now she a fiend
These days I got to keep a rubber in my jeans yeah
These groupies they can't get enough of me
She call my phone I hit her once and I delete
Me and cg pop out looking like some stars
She say she like my drip she like my foreign car yeah
I'm getting higher off the earth I'm going far
I pour up in the night to help go with my scars

Smoke too much dope all in the stu I can't record
But when I fuck her from the back I press record
When I show up she on her knees like I'm the lord
I give her dick and dip she text like I want more
I told her baby make it clap make it applaud
While I count up these bands run through a check like I am todd
I always got my niggas with me so you cannot sabotage
Walk out the house looking so fresh straight to my benz in the garage

Made her pop a pill now she a fiend
These days I got to keep a rubber in my jeans yeah
These groupies they can't get enough of me
She call my phone I hit her once and I delete
Me and cg pop out looking like some stars
She say she like my drip she like my foreign car yeah
I'm getting higher off the earth I'm going far
I pour up in the night to help go with my scars

I been known to get a bag diamonds hanging from my chain
I got the bitch you see in dreams my nigga we are not the same
She in love with my music but she can't pronounce my name
So every time I hit the booth I'm gone just spaz and run the game
My niggas cooking up so you can't forget the chopsticks
Wear a mask around these bitches and niggas 'cause they be toxic
I'm gone come up kicking shit like my name was fucking wasabi
Call you candace talking shit we gone make u go tell your mommy
Talking shit and I'm gone kill like my last name was bill
They call me a paper chaser 'cause a nigga never still
Do anything by god's plan do anything for his will
But I'm gone cut these bitches off if they trying to do me like will
I'm trying to chase my fucking dreams so I'm gone go and chase a bill
Ain't hit my phone back for days so tell me how you really feel
I don't really give a fuck if you coming or if you stay
Just don't hit my fucking phone when you see a nigga get paid yeah yeah

Made her pop a pill now she a fiend
These days I got to keep a rubber in my jeans yeah
These groupies they can't get enough of me
She call my phone I hit her once and I delete
Me and cg pop out looking like some stars
She say she like my drip she like my foreign car yeah
I'm getting higher off the earth I'm going far
I pour up in the night to help go with my scars



Credits
Writer(s): David Green
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