D-Cal - 10 Bands Remix [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I ain’t never backing down from nothing
If we ain't come together
Fuck it I don’t trust em
I know my real niggas
Swear to God I love em
I know my fake niggas
One day I’ma crush em
Fuck a Judas you ain’t eating at my supper
Steal yo mother
Pay that money if you love her
Cause I done built this shit
Ground to the fuck up
You ain't believe it then
Now shut the fuck up
Now I been riding round
Coolin with my swellow's
Granddaddy purp up in the rillo
Don't even smoke but tonight
I'm getting mellow
I know we good
Tune Jr. got the metal

Old bitches trine hit my cello
New niggas talking like know me from the ghetto
When I had the Huffy riding out with one pedal
Remember when my momma told me they ain’t on my level
Now I’m in these freaks
Off the leash
Streets poppin like grease
Niggas took my stage presence
Then they copy my beats

Sadly they can’t take story doe
They was horny for Oreos
I poorer than water
Crossed the border
Passport had a court order
Now my case brought up
Can't even snapchat the shit
A nigga stay caught up

But fuck the indictment
White bitch ride my dick till she lifeless
Got the lube up in the drawer
By the spot where my knife is
Heard her daddy was a cop
I whoop that bitch with my night stick
50 Shades of yea it’s wrong
But can’t say you don’t like this
Fucking wit me driving through the rain wit no wipers
Niggas talking shit
I whip around wit no diaper
Same bitch that used kiss my balls
You gone wife her
Find out then you pissed off
I’m like chill it’s aight brush

Niggas cuffin hoes all the time
I only cuff a broad if she can recognize my grind
Match the shit then get her own
Cause stuntin on my mind
Rock a gucci bucket like
There’s something on my mind oh lord
Fuck it I don’t rap no more
I’m trine fuck Taraji P
Til' she can’t act no more
Too easy
I don’t want no fans no more
I got they hands hurting
Niggas can’t clap no more
Bout to cop a pc
Don’t want a Mac no more
I just Bill Gates
I got his ass on hold