Cash Sinatra - $waggy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1

Drunk nigga im alone with Patron
Top notch liqs that be flowin through my bones
Got mad chicks that be goin through my phone
Yeah I'm a dog but you lookin like a bone
So lemme bone
Zone with a nigga
Heard TNT now she home with a nigga
Out here trynna score when she put her hands up
If I touch down hit the end zone with a nigga
Call em "Aflak" when I smash that
Birds out here just be lookin for their tax back
Snap back ? Fuck em got a fitted on my scalp
They pissed from before I be shittin on em now
Get it from the bowels
Pitch it from the mound
Visions of these bitches when I blicka blicka bloaw
Hit it from the back I'm the sickest nigga out
Niggas be forgetting I'm the bigger picture now oww !

Hook

When I'm up in this thing I gotta do it right
Me and all my homies we be skipping lines
Got these shorties loose these dudes is lookin tight
One word to describe what it's lookin like ?
$waggy
Pants is saggin and I'm drunk but still
$waggy
All these shorties man they lookin real
$waggy
Said I'm lookin like money now she wanna bag me
$waggy

Verse 2

Kill it one time for the broads in the front
That be knowin all the words and be high off a blunt
Always on the right when I slide in the truck
Cuz a nigga know the law and I be ridin and I'm drunk (drunk.. drunk)
Wasted, taste it, faded, pacin eyes on Asian (wow)
Rapin tracks I'm racin cases I be Cajun
Hot nigga set fire to the booth
High off this life I'mma drive through the roof
Told you I'm the truth like 3, 4 times
It'll pierce if I shoot 3,4 times
Come through this bitch like fee fo fi
He know I
See no guys
Keep yo lies
Repo'd guy
I know you see me... Hi
She's mine better recline see the peace sign
Ease out better decline
When you see me.. Just move
I win.. You lose
I'm truth
You fakin and shit
Knowin sick achin and shit
Knowin you ain't ..hatin and shit
Every dog has his day.. I'm takin ya bitch

(Hook)

Verse 3

Electrician in the booth, this is light work
I work 24/7 on my mic work
Slight work, shittin on these haters, watch my colon
School of good weed all my niggas is enrollling
Rollin, stay in my lane like I'm bowling
Got a big ego she beggin me to show it
Said that my stick it be lookin real pole-ish
On that note she just want me put my pole-in, hold it
Haa
I smashed that
"you love me ?" ..she asked that
Like debit cards.. She want Cash back
Her pops left, thats flashbacks
I'm wrong, but it feels right
And I'm gone, she still fights
Her nose is runnin tho
I never love a ho
I brought a new definition of "come and go" ho
(Hook)