Don’t Like 2 Admit lyrics

[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 sh*t
I don’t like to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t
I don’t like to admit to that sh*t
I don’t like to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t

[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 b*tch 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, n*gga 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 sh*t
I don’t like to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t
I don’t like to admit to that sh*t
I don’t like to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t

[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 f*ck on this lil bitty b*tch, 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 f*ck and I’m kicking her out
I let her boot up on the molly
Now she got di*k 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 b*tch 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 sh*t
I don’t like to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t
I don’t like to admit to that sh*t
I don’t like to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t

[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 f*ck 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
pus*y 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 sh*t
I don’t like to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t
I don’t like to admit to that sh*t
I don’t like to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t
I don’t want to admit to that sh*t