[Chorus: Quavo]
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I don’t like to admit to that shit
I don’t like to admit to that shit
I don’t want to admit to that shit
I don’t want to admit to that shit
I don’t like to admit to that shit
I don’t like to admit to that shit
I don’t want to admit to that shit
I don’t want to admit to that shit
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Geeked up in the Beamer
Swerving past Philips Arena
Jewelry sick, got the measles
Pull up on T’s for a teaspoon
Pop a perky for a fever
Cookie got me having weasels
I gave a bitch amnesia
I bought my Rolex from a freezer
Make my wrist have a seizure
My hoe she so cold, no Keisha
Pop a Molly ‘cause I need her
I told my ho it’s geek season
Take a Xan on a flight
Waking up in the midnight
Hit the Hen, we ‘bout to fight
Smoke a blunt, we gonna ride tonight
I’m geeking, I’m stuck like a fire hydrant
I’m sweating, I think I’m dehydrated
Give me the blunt, nigga I light it
You complaining just like a lil cry baby
Pour a four of Act, it’s tasting amazing
When I pop a molly I might get you pregnant
I’m having seals like I'm part of the Navy
I’m a drug analyst, Quavo Skip Bayless
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I guess you can say I’m a dope fiend
I don’t like to admit to that shit
I don’t like to admit to that shit
I don’t want to admit to that shit
I don’t want to admit to that shit
I don’t like to admit to that shit
I don’t like to admit to that shit
I don’t want to admit to that shit
I don’t want to admit to that shit
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Geeked up in the Beamer
Swerving past Philips Arena
Jewelry sick, got the measles
Pull up on T’s for a teaspoon
Pop a perky for a fever
Cookie got me having weasels
I gave a bitch amnesia
I bought my Rolex from a freezer
Make my wrist have a seizure
My hoe she so cold, no Keisha
Pop a Molly ‘cause I need her
I told my ho it’s geek season
Take a Xan on a flight
Waking up in the midnight
Hit the Hen, we ‘bout to fight
Smoke a blunt, we gonna ride tonight
I’m geeking, I’m stuck like a fire hydrant
I’m sweating, I think I’m dehydrated
Give me the blunt, nigga I light it
You complaining just like a lil cry baby
Pour a four of Act, it’s tasting amazing
When I pop a molly I might get you pregnant
I’m having seals like I'm part of the Navy
I’m a drug analyst, Quavo Skip Bayless
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