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Future - Dope Fiend Lyrics

[Intro]
I got it now
I got it now
I got it now
I got it
Bless
Bless
Blessin'

[Chorus]
Hold on
I'm trippin' off codeine now
I'm trippin' off codeine
I'm gettin' too stressed out
Turn into a dope fiend
Turn into a dope fiend, no, no
I've been up, gettin' it, a few days
I've been up, gettin' it, a few days
I hustle, get it a few ways

[Verse 1]
Crack in the alleyway
I cook that rock up and throw it like J
Bought a new safe 'cause I ran outta space
Put the rocks in the face of an Audemar
Got a Glock on the seat and two thousand on my feet
Tom Fords get my shade on
Valentino got my head gone
Mamacita gettin' my hеad blown
Feed me amphetamine
Feed mе that cheddar cheese
Squeeze you like cocoa leaves
I love you for loving me
Do what I wanna do, Cash App
You see the horse on the dash, yeah
My stable is packed with some bad bitches
Promethazine deep in my visual
I'm goin' out my misery
I sip 'til I pass out
Wake up, and sip, and I spaz out
I'm workin', I'm stretched out and passed out
Stuck in the Rolls with the two by my gut
I'm never gon' lose, got ten million in cuts
I put up numbers like PG
I ran a team like Abile
I ran a team like a relay
I just came from off the PJ
[Chorus]
Hold on
I'm trippin' off codeine now
I'm trippin' off codeine
I'm gettin' too stressed out
Turn into a dope fiend
Turn into a dope fiend, no, no
I've been up, gettin' it, a few days
I've been up, gettin' it, a few days
I hustle, get it a few ways

[Verse 2]
I work that pot and the soda
Since five I'm stressed 'bout a motor
I fired up a joint on my eighty baby
Let's piece a nigga blunt already
Made it out, a nigga rich mane
Turn a nigga to a pimp mane
Add a three call it nil to sixteen
Workin' with the whole brick mane
Sip out the cup now
Styrofoam, styrofoam, I'm so polluted
We ain't takin' nothin' for granted
We cherishin' all these moments
Seen the Pyrex do hella good numbers
Seen the project do hella good numbers
Seen the syrup do hella good numbers
Now them mollies and percs be jumpin'
Throw the zip like ooh we jumpin'
Throw that right in the pot, and we jumpin' like Jordan
Twenty-three grams in the pot like Jordan
We came from the bottom, we started
We came from the gutter, we started
I get high, I get geeked up regardless
I'm just thinkin' about days I was starvin'
[Chorus]
Hold on
I'm trippin' off codeine now
I'm trippin' off codeine
I'm gettin' too stressed out
Turn into a dope fiend
Turn into a dope fiend, no, no
I've been up, gettin' it, a few days
I've been up, gettin' it, a few days
I hustle, get it a few ways

[Outro]
(Hold on)
(I'm trippin' off codeine now)
(I'm trippin' off codeine)
(I'm gettin' too stressed out)
(Turn into a dope fiend)
(Turn into a dope fiend, no, no)
(I've been up, gettin' it, a few days)
(I've been up, gettin' it, a few days)
(I hustle, get it a few ways)