C-SICK - Shootee [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by C-SICK]

[Hook: Brian Fresco]
Let's get it
Say we might like 'em, we might fuck 'em
I one night 'em, never wife 'em
If the head right might more than twice 'em
But I promise we don't love 'em
Nah nigga we don't love 'em
No, I never eyed 'em, never dine 'em
Maybe twice 'em if the blunt's right
She could be the plumber to my pipe
But nah baby, we don't love 'em
Nah nigga we don't love 'em
No

[Verse 1: Brian Fresco]
Pabst Blue Ribbon, cans all on the floor
Broken Jack Daniels bottle, near the bed with a whore
That I, vaguely remember as I stare blankly at the ceiling
Empty Magnum by my feet as I attempt to rid this feeling, and then I speak
She replies with an offer of a round two
And I'm just confused like I'm Bound 2 like Kanye
With Amber in that ballroom or that chatroom like Wiz Khalifa
What? Talkin' Reggie who, lemme be your boo
But anyway, the bitch brought me breakfast in the hay
She trying to win the race
I see it in her eyes and I can read it in her face
Then jumped up in the game, ready to play
Ready to AK spray any bitch on my agenda for the day
So she a shooter

[Verse 2: Brian Fresco]
Yeah, but I'm a shootee
Can't finesse a finesser
Said secret weapons be lessons
That I din learned from my past bitches calling me reckless
Like ain't too many checks left on my checklist
I done been around the block maybe you can be next
It's my time and I can take you to the top if you restless
With that arch up in yo back that body hotter than Texas
And fellatio that leave a nigga bustin' and breathless
Like nigga do you hear me? Can you open my message
You looked up in my eyes don't you know that we destined
To be great, and I'm like "Nah baby we can be bestfriends"
And low key I might've went for shorty
Yeah, but I powered up my iPhone
Then the loopholes that put holes up in my memory all came to an end
I got a text like [?] zombie went home with that bitch that gave me head like
"LOL OMG I'm dead"

[Hook: Brain Fresco]