FYMOB - Shooter [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1:Pierre)
Glock 40 with extendo clip
For these pussy niggas talkin that shit
Blowing a zip with my shooters & shit plotting on how we gonna get rich
My whole team is legit
Never stressing over a bitch
Cause we got all these hoes busting it open for the click

Niggas these days be so lame
Trading they soul for the fame
But I'm just keeping it trilla
Nobody is reala
Can't change me for no change
Ima keep smoking On these strains
& Fucking all these dames
So y'all haters can't stop me
I Smoke till I'm sloppy
Yo girl gives me sloppy
Run it like rocky

I'm sorry not sorry
She callin me papi
We riding in masei's
The top is declining
My niggas is styling
Your niggas are wild &
My shooter's a killer
That nigga is violent
& he stay by my right side
Try your luck if you wanna
Toting that Glock 45 you can't say I didn't warn ya

(Hook: Pierre)
FYMOB going to the top you know the deal
& yes I keep a small circle cause you pussy niggas ain't real
My shooter keep that 45 tucked in on his hip
& if we start that fuckin off we busting down yo shit
Because my shooter keep them clips
Not talkin movie clips x4