Rasta - Intellectual

[Intro]

It's fuckin' Redda, f-f-f-f-fuckin'—, Redda

Smokin' on this dope, feel like a fuckin' Rasta (Yeah)

Smo-smokin' on this dope, feel like a fuckin' Rasta' (Yeah)

I'm on codeine, on the drank

And the bitch said I'm so mean on the drank

And I know that you know me if he sippin' paint

In the back of the 'Bach, got the bitch givin' brain

And Lil' Redda wear black like I'm playin' a game

But, bitch, we not playin' no game

Do this shit for the bread, give a fuck 'bout the fame

That's why I keep goin' insane

And that's why they know my name

Not a devil, lil' bitch, I'm a saint

Got a sweet lil' bitch, candy cane

On this X, fast, fast, like a train (I'm on, I'm on)

I'm on, I'm on, I'm in Paris, smokin', on molly (I'm on, I'm on)

This Tesla got me slow just like a snail

Come with the Glock, where the drugs? For real (I'm on, I'm on)

We be high on drugs on the moon, on the moon (Moon)

We jumped in the car, bitch, I go vroom, I go vroom (Vroom, vroom)

Yeah, I think I'm trippin', bitch, I just took hella shrooms

No, no, this ain't no Religion, but, lil' bitch, I'm stayin' true