I wish I was rollin round in red impala wish I didn't have sell bag for a dollar wish I had the Fendi and prada sippin on tha vodka goin down my throat like sum lava so that's why im fuckin on ya momma n if u try n say sumthin I'll hit u wit the lama give ur whole family trauma like my name is dahlmer life ain't getting any calmer neither I'm I that's why im drunk n high at the same time trying make a dime this no lie feet up in da crib smokin just to survive 5 pounds in da trunk stuffing da blunt wit runts im ona hunt fora race Ora case tire marks only thing leave a trace collectin debts round the set I'm a real threat don't forget and if u see a silhouette betta regret testing me n betta get 2 blessing me selling drugs in da club if u gotta grudge I ain't 1 to nudge even if I gotta sit in front of a judge I'll smile in the mugshot then I'll make the gun pop I'm a real one can't stop eyes bloodshot hotshot come take shot I think ya forgot who u trying mess wit mf confessing shit u rly ta step ta dis even when the smith n weston sit so we gettin lit wit the 50$ fit rollin Ina car wit the kit neva gonna admit what I commit so I go crazy in the pit n get to jumping beat get to thumping me n all the hoes fucking moving some much weight its like im do doc men I keep it trucking all the ops fuckin bugging but this alc got be buzzing so before u get to judging u betta start duckin cuz there the shells coming cmoney