Conway the Machine - Tik Tik [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Look, was a shooter before I rapped and I'm still in action
Thirty-two bullets fill the MAC clip, my niggas active
Hollow tips in the strap, I'ma fill his hat with
We clap shit that hit his cap and peel it backwards
Break the gas down to fill the Backwoods
I just opened this pack, it was vacuum sealed and still in plastic
I lost hope, you told me you wanted all smoke
Nah, bro, you just a lil' nigga and your bars broke
I'm [?] right off Doat that sold raw dope
I cried when Country Mike died, my heart broke
On the yard, get your jaw broke, as far as the bars go
Not only did I raise the bar, the bar broke
We shoot sticks with see-through clips
You better pray that bitch jam up when we do mix
I breeze through Phipps, I need new drip
The grip on me, think I'm lackin' this time, I'ma leave you clipped
Machine, you bitch

[Chorus: Havoc & Flee Lord]
Yeah, that leave you split
Wanna put money on it, niggas see no diss
All you niggas know what time it is like [?] clips
Reload, bitch, your brains all over the whip
The clock tickin', tick tick, nigga, leave you split
Wanna put money on it, niggas see no diss
All you niggas know what time it is like [?] clips
Reload, bitch, your brains all over the whip
The clock tickin', tick tick (Lord, Lord)

[Verse 2: Flee Lord]
You broke the pound, but, nigga, I broke the six
CeeLo trips, that forty got a mean old kick
Point it at him broad day and he gon' dip
You violate the code, brodie, we on shit
Chine and a legend, big clean Smith & Wesson
716 and big Queens spittin' weapons
Out of Eastside Buff', you get your feet tied up
Meanwhile, in the boroughs, niggas' streets got touched
Police got snuffed after he got bust
Turn a body to a bag soon as beef pop up
Send a hit through a text while you sittin' on your steps
That youngin come in runnin' with the grip in the sweats
Black [?] Corona mask, mask sittin' on the grass
Now I'm on tours, no more crack pitchin' on the ave
Sickest in the city, got the quickest niggas with me
My Cali homie lurkin' with the blicky in his Dickies, motherfucker

[Chorus: Havoc]
Yeah, that leave you split
Wanna put money on it, niggas see no diss
All you niggas know what time it is like [?] clips
Reload, bitch, your brains all over the whip
The clock tickin', tick tick, nigga, leave you split
Wanna put money on it, niggas see no diss
All you niggas know what time it is like [?] clips
Reload, bitch, your brains all over the whip
The clock tickin', tick tick