Corner Boy P - Cassette Deck [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Doors open up suicide
Poor pimp, bitch, do or die
Fuck around, cause a homicide
Dead stocks[?], Jordan Fives

[Verse]
Puffin' loud, but I sip slow
Ridin' high, but I sits low
Fuck bitches, I gets dough
Niggas notice my M.O
When I ain't have shit, I ain't give a shit
Now everybody got opinions
I been a trill nigga, fuck wit real bitches
And, the shit, I be spittin' off in it
If its clean as a bitch, I'm in it
Sittin sideways, strapped up when I be dippin'
Can't put it past nun deez pussy ass niggas
You know they always plottin', tryin'ta catch a nigga slippin'
Fuck what a nigga talkin' bout. "I gotta get it!"
The work half gone but, the money keep spendin'
Seen the type of shit that'll give yo ass nightmares
For the right price, give it to a nigga right now
Stupid ass questions; "Do I got the shit on me?"
If you got the money on you, you can get the shit right now!
Kinda paranoid, grabbed the forty, getchya homie
Nigga movin' too much; bout to smoke his ass right now
Goin' in right now! Fuck way later, I'm a pimp
Hop out in now-and-later gators
O.G. flavors, nigga motherfuck a hater
Nigga, all I see is paper!
Nigga, all I see is paper!
All I see is paper!
All I see is paper!
Ray Charles, front the paper over your ass over the table
Dope ass nigga, blowin' on killa
Don't get murdered by a D.O.A

[Hook x 4]
Doors open up suicide
Poor pimp, bitch, do or die
Bitch, fuck around

[Hook x 4]
Doors open up suicide
Poor pimp, bitch, do or die
Bitch, fuck around