look i got the gas, i drive real fast, i roll around smokin a spliff of you aint know by now, i tell you im straight up from oak cliff raised from the gutter, no bread and butter, a hood life is what i live tired of livin broke, this shit aint no joke i just wanna be rich diggin in my pockets, searchin for dallars shit dont make no sense no one can stop it, return it like pollard yea boy dallas my city smoke gray caddy, she send me the addy i pull up and she sittin pretty she wanted to toke, yea i got that smoke she just wanna get litty na we aint datin, i got her faded, now she showin her titties chill on a sunday, work on a monday, im tryin to catch them benjis gonna make it one day, gotta have the gun play, listen to trapboy freddy i dont play no games, i dont say no names i gotta catchh that feddy you say you want smoke, but you aint that dope, hell na boy you aint ready