Dope Fiend lyrics

[Intro: Fokxxx Jugg]
(What you mean, b*tch? n*ggas can't hang in the Fokxxx den)
b*tch

[Verse 1: Fokxxx Jugg]
Skrrt off, I'm 'bout to hit the road, it's time to f*ck with Ri'
Sippin' juice, Legends Never Die triple-9 VLONE tee
Why the f*ck you gon' say match and you tryna smoke for free?
Why the f*ck you makin' diss stacks? You boys tryna be like me
I ain't even had this b*tch a week, and I slid to the D
Chi-town, Nap-town too, and then I hit the Ski
Tryna dodge alphabet boys and still move these P's
f*ck the R, that's my day one, b*tch, I'm gon' ride for T (b*tch)
n*ggas play tough, but they fear Fluke, and he gon' ride for me
n*ggas'd rather sip all that fake drank because they f*ckin' cheap
Boy, your b*tch must be a damn butcher the way she run through meat
Boy, y'all copycats, man, that sh*t old, talkin' 'bout some GRG
I taught n*ggas 'bout the road and grabbin' gifties
n*ggas bums, dirty-ass shoes and big-ass longsleeves
n*ggas got tape on the hoopty, spent more on codeine (Boss your life up)
Boy, y'all need to get your chicken up, boy, y'all need some protein

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
I need some codeine
Done with the eight, done drunk a trey-six straight, boy, I'm a dope fiend
550 Benz in my backyard plus an oldie
Unc' ridin' through the hood sellin' hard and he a paroley
n*gga, f*ck the opps and the police
Same one who got your brother dropped, b*tch, you know me
I'm in the booth 25/8, how else we gon' eat?
n*gga, you ain't really dropped sh*t, you just hold the heat
Shout out my n*gga Fokxxx, just bought a chicken box
See-through Dior shirt on right now, got my nipples out
I got ten 'bows of regs right now, could start a nickel spot
I'm off cough syrup and Oxycontin, I ain't got chicken pox
They know not to disrespect the gang, get ten n*ggas dropped
Lisa want a forty of the 'caine, she on Bristol now
My lil' shooter ain't used to have sh*t, yeah, he got a pistol now
[Outro]
(AJ, you iced up?)
(Thank you so much for playing my game)