Grand MA MA burgundy red Sittin on 22 chrome Blackened the windows so you can not see what's goin on 12s in the trunk and they Makin the block bump The schema da posse make even the softest kids wanna shoot sum Floridian blood But ima alien Alienated from the clicks and the klans even tho they dead ain't comin back So fuck what chu rep and u rap Ain't nuttin dat u do slap I roll up a dutchie cuz I don't fuck wit tha woods in the back
See I been Rollin up and smokin and sippin every thang And I ain't even gon pretend that it's for easin the pain Cuz I got so you used to pain that I can't even feel a thang Walkin in the middle of the interstate not a thought in my brain
Rollin up on my block while I'm coppin some head on the road 11 mph in a 30 mile an hour zone Don't pick up the phone no matter who it be they can hold I'm Makin up for suicidal thoughts in my bedroom
You aspire to be and Occultist I aspire to fly Together we can accomplish nothin but homicide Take a ride in the donk and don't ask no question of where we go My trunk holdin More then 12s that's all that u need to know