Hello, I'm a salesman, sorta giant

I sell Molly and Mary and other various items

One time, one guy came to where I'm residing

And I didn't invite him, so instead, tried to fight him

I got violent, long story short, he's not breathing

For some reason I liked it and it was really exciting

Couldn't stop the addiction, and the irony is

A couple junkies went missing and I know right where they're hiding, uh

Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high (Tryna get high)

Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high

Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high

Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high

Task force poured into my fortress (Fortress)

Found some lipstick, a couple corpses

Bitches was harmed and they couldn't reach the alarm

I'm ripping sockets out like I had fucking problems with arms, and

Then they found a couple portraits on the porch

Hope they don't check up under the floor

It's bodies and hotties, and we was raging, I'm gauging a shawty

Hit so many bitches I was pimping like Scotty

I'm a bull, red piss me off

Like that lipstick position when she kissed me

So I bit 'em off, they was too soft, I'm a Wolf

And a designer mixing skin, cotton, leather, and wool

And most people like flying kites, riding bikes in the woods

Baking cake 'cause it's good, I mean, I would if I could

But I like playing dress-up and mix-match

Sorry, I'ma 'fess up, you aren't getting your kids back (Kids back)

Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high (Tryna get high)

Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high

Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high (Tryna get high)

Dope—Dope in the bag, pretty bitch on the side

I sell dope in the back, if you tryna get high

What's in my trunk?

White girl

What's in my trunk?

White girl

You need a warrant, officer

You could say I kill 'em if my product doesn't

Couple basement stairs where I drug 'em down

It's pretty disgusting

Finger-crush your face, I'll leave you permanently blushing, blood

Nosebleed drugs

Cook you in the oven, yeah

Drums