Claude Corleone (TSE) - No Flex Zone (Remix) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced By: Mike WiLL Made-It]

[Intro: CP Junior]
Ahh shit
Yo Mike Will
You know we had to do this shit
Right nigga?
Uhh
Foreal?
Word
Turn Up
Woo
What up Push?
What up Jim?
What up Swae?

[Hook: Swae Lee]
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel
I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous
Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better
I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go getter

[Verse 1: CP Junior]
I hate it when I see niggas flex
Fronting like they the fucking best
They thinking that they the ones who next
But nigga they are such a fucking mess
I'll take 'em down from East to the West
Nigga you don't wanna test
Me or I'll hit you with a left
You don't wanna know what's next
Yeah shoutouts to Slim Jimmy
My fucking team is winning
VOS yeah we got our visions
On your lazy ass is where you sittin'
Coming through we livin'
And we don't fucking need permission
All my mother fuckers with it
And all your mother fuckers ignint
Yeah we got this shit in
Freestyled shit or written
All my mother fuckers chillin'
This beat I already killed it
Nobody wants to test me
No I don't stay flexing
I just stay music selling
And I stay story telling
I'm bringing my niggas to the top
And no I won't fucking stop
We puffing on some really good pot
My bars are too fucking hot
Harder than a mother fucking rock
I'm 'bout to take my music out of town
Like system me and my niggas down
VOS is the life that we 'bout
I know I'm gonna make it no doubt
And I'm finna take these wack rappers out
Tell my niggas that we gonna wreck shit
I'm just tryna drive a fucking Lexus
By sending y'all a mother fucking message
I got your bitch undressin'
I hate it when niggas flexin'
Just killed the haters God bless 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Who ain't waiting on King Push?
Got niggas checking for them new flows
Sold more dope than the old Jigga
Now niggas calling me the new Hov
Let the coupe go, planetarium
Let the roof go like Cesarean
Clear my section nigga, no flexing nigga
Just a hunnid bottles they carrying
Cross the border like I lost a daughter
This foreign nigga, he ain't know better
Him pick and choose where them bullets fly
I lose the plane on this fool nigga
Bought dope with my album budget
Play Cloths was the blueprint
Four million in four seasons
Fuck who care for my fashion sense
Tell a ho come and swim in the money (splash)
Broke niggas just stop at the heel
I could body paint you in them name brands
And put a red bow on the wheels
See I'm just in and out, I call a rent a mouth
Suck the ice out of a bezel
Use my rap persona, fuck baby mommas
Still killin' haters, God bless em'

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Slim Jimmy]
Young niggas got to get to the money
Five chains on, they look at me funny
Showed up with the juice and the troops
Roll a seven every time I shoot
She said, why you got so many condoms with you?
I said, I'm a player, to be honest with you
Hublot, whoo, so shiny
Mind you, my crew right behind me
Went shopping, could've bought an island
Talking money, when I'm with Italians
Spilling purple, on the red carpet
And I'm flyer, than a nigga on a hang glider
4-5-6-7 chains on, just stay in your lane, ho
Don't you like these A. Wang's? Don't you like these gold fangs?
You a well known flexer, I'm a young trendsetter
These hoes, they reckless, they slick, they messy
Three hoes freak dancing, on the loud singing acapella
Chain clang, like heavy metal
Sremm killed the haters, God bless 'em

[Hook]