Fiona

Fiona, Fiona
I fuck with that green girl
I call her Fiona
I hold her
I sold her
When she stresses me out
I feel to smoke her

Fiona, Fiona
I fuck with that green girl
I call her Fiona
I hold her
I sold her
When she stresses me out
I feel to smoke her

I fuck with Fiona
If you got my trap number then your probably a smoker
They say that I'm cold on this music ting
I swear Hackz is colder
Me and D bag up the coke
But it ain't coming like cola
Because I'm friends with you on twitter
That don't mean that I know ya
Ive been out dere with my poker
Budsdem coming in green, green like Yoda
Still, bagging that smelly
With a trapqueen around me like I'm Fetty
In the morning they call my celly
So I don't have time for brekky
Man smoke off Fiona
Got the room clouded
Keep her safe in my pot, back then she was in my trousers
Fuck nigga get your doe up
They cat for fiona
She stresses everyone out
Everyone want smoke her

Fiona, why do you smell like that?
I couldn't give two shits coz you sell like that
I put her on the scales and that
Because of you I've been in the cells and that

Fiona, Fiona
I fuck with that green girl
I call her Fiona
I hold her
I sold her
When she stresses me out
I feel to smoke her
Fiona, Fiona
I fuck with that green girl
I call her Fiona
I hold her
I sold her
When she stresses me out
I feel to smoke her