Don't Like 2 Admit

[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

[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 2: Jose Guapo]

They like to call me lil dope fiend

I’m addicted to codeine

I like to smoke out the Backwoods

We ‘bout to roll up some more weed

After I fuck on this lil bitty bitch, she gon’ need her a new weave

I picture so dirty, I’m on morphine

We poppin’ pills like it’s protein

I can’t get caught with no thot

I fuck and I’m kicking her out

I let her boot up on the molly

Now she got dick in her mouth

My cup is so dirty and I’m popping Xans

You don’t get high, you don’t understand

You know I’m gon’ lie if I’m on the stand

I be getting high with my lady friend

I can’t even keep my composure

I mix that lean with my sodas

I text a bitch to come over

I be too high to roll over

We gon’ hot box in a rover

No you can’t lean on my shoulder

I was so high when we talked ‘bout what we talked ‘bout

I forgot what I told ya

[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 3: Offset]

I don’t want to admit to the dope that I sell

I’m scared of the feds and I’m scared you might tell

Got bricks stashed up in the trunk in my Chevelle

Dope on my scale, this the story I tell

I got some shooters, kaka out they rugers

Addicted to trappin’ like why fuck with roofies?

Light up the gas and the air gets polluted

Rollin’ rollin’ with the yellow diamonds like I looted

I was 17, made a rack off that dope

When I was 19, made a knot from a fork

20 years old, seen my granddaddy snort

When you serving that blow people turn into ghosts

That’s that good dope, call it [?]

Scraping that pot, scrape that pot, I get in them

I trap that boy and that girl, different genders

I got them chicken biscuits, Mrs. Winters

Ran off with his pack, I told him come get it

When I get to trapping, I’m focused, committed

I’m a drug addict, I hate to admit it

My diamonds from Elliot, not talking Missy

Neighborhood crips in the VIP with me, Nipsey

Pussy boy, bombaclot, heard you was hissy

My plug from out of town, he not from the city

He come in once a month and drop off a ticket

[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