Woes - Fiona Lyrics

Yeah my mind's in a mansion far far away
I'm smoking Princess Fiona all day
I'm gone stay down till we come up till we all okay
All u gotta do is pick the phone up, you know I'm a call away
Aye yeah, you know we got glockies in the coupe
Aye yeah, Balenci snakes in my boot
I got niggas scared to pull up to the stu, niggas don't
Niggas don't wanna talk about the truth
He don't wanna talk about them blues cuz he aint had none
Hellstar in the booth I aint nothing like my dad son
AR with the kickback I brought to the kickback
I love the strip club I love to see the bitches pick up racks
I love to see the bitches throw it back
Yeah I love to see the bitches with a whole lotta ass aye
Sell a couple hundred grams that shit easy nigga
Couple hundred grand put up, you aint gone see me with it
You aint gone see me in that kitchen, call up Chef Woes
I'm the Bustdown Baby bitch, I like all my shit ice cold
Im a ice cold pimp with a ice cold bitch
I just scored on some tris, Drama pour a six
Get out my business, get out my f*cking way nigga
I got tears running down my face laughing out the bank
Yeah my mind's in a mansion far far away
I'm smoking Princess Fiona all day
I'm gone stay down till we come up till we all okay
All u gotta do is pick the phone up you know I'm a call away