Rasta Redda

[Intro]
It's fuckin' Redda, f-f-f-f-fuckin'—, Redda

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

[Post-Chorus]
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

[Verse]
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