Headie One - Bumpy Ride [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Headie One]
Yo
Yo

[Verse 1: Headie One]
Want a thousand stones, never knew about seven pounds an hour
Black lives matter, but in the hood, this wap means power (Told me turn, ayy)
How much time did I take that chase? Have to left them jakes all sour
Now plum sauce on duck, I just watch while they light up the Eiffel Tower (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
It's flashin’ lights, still I got gangdem ties (Suh)
Wap cost five, that's light
Bro let it hang out the passy side
Music and road, still I can't decide
I was on the wing eatin’ mash and pie (One)
Looked in the judges' eyes, I took that oath, I lied (One)
Hit the strip and colly, couldn't do both, I tried (Turn)
Street qualified, grow more on the field, that's science
In the T, I learnt mathematics (Told me turn)
Made the phone do acrobatics (Told me turn)
Where's that magic? Stretch that package, Mr. Fantastic (Told me turn, uh)

[Chorus: M Huncho]
Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit (Money in transit)
Let's drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic
Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her "Max it" (Max, max)
Been a bumpy ride, yeah, I let things slide
I should have reached in the jacket, take out pocket rockets (Oh-oh)
It's like hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it (Oh-oh)
I don't need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it (Oh-oh)
Never been a taker, I’ma make her use the crop it (Oh-oh)

[Verse 2: Headie One]
How much time did I whip pots? Watch my wrist lock
Me, I’m tryna bring it back quicker than TikTok (Turn, turn)
All this bad B wanna do is lip-lock, me, I'm tryna make sure the quality’s tiptop
Spent so much racks on six shots, keep it away from Junebug Izzpot (Told me turn)
Hand tings for the gliding, rise them autos for when I get pissed off
Baguettes on the wing, not Wingstop, so it's only right I baguette my wristwatch (One)
Feathered cushions, barely use it
First class flights to Europe, London, Dubai, act all stupid
A hundred-thousand dirhams (Ah, ah)
Can't take away the pain but I know I can soothe it (One)

[Chorus: M Huncho]
Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit (Money in transit)
Let's drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic
Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her "Max it" (Max, max)
Been a bumpy ride, yeah, I let things slide
I should have reached in the jacket, take out pocket rockets (Oh-oh)
It’s like hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it (Oh-oh)
I don't need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it (Oh-oh)
Never been a taker, I'ma make her use the crop it (Oh-oh)