Fiona, Fiona
I f** 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 f** 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 f** 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
f** n***a 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 sh**s 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 f** 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 f** with that green girl
I call her Fiona
I hold her
I sold her
When she stresses me out
I feel to smoke her