HiDoraah - Rivals [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
ATL Jacob

[Chorus: HiDoraah]
We shoot at our rivals, we ain't runnin' off (Runnin' off)
We shoot at our rivals, we ain't runnin' off (Runnin' off)
Uzi bring that TEC in, he gon' let it off (Go let it off)
Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon' shoot it off (Grrah)
We shoot at our rivals, we ain't runnin' off (Runnin' off)
We shoot at our rivals, we ain't runnin' off (Runnin' off)
Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon' shoot it off (Fah-fah-fah)
Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon' shoot it off (Grrah)
We ain't got no rivals, we get money now (We get money now)
We ain't got no rivals, we get money now (We get money now)
Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon' shoot it off (We gon' shoot it off)
Uzi, get the strap so we can shoot it off (We gon' shoot it off)

[Verse 1: HiDoraah]
I'm getting these chickens, ain't no lie, oh (No)
Lil' bitty bitches, I'm your idol (I'm your idol)
Not feeling bitches, I might try 'em
I pull up in that Bentley coupe
Millionaire, just for you
Mama, yeah, I did for you
All my dreams, they comin' true
I'm setting pressure, I'm a fighter
It's getting vicious, ain't no rival
I'm having nightmares in my heart
God, sew it up and lock it
With my slime, we going to Mars
Who know he gon' bring the stars
I tried to tell 'em we gon' ride on 'em
I'm with my sons and we gon' slide on 'em
It's guaranteed that we gon' ride

[Chorus: HiDoraah & Lil Uzi Vert]
We shoot at our rivals, we ain't runnin' off (Runnin' off) (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
We shoot at our rivals, we ain't runnin' off (Runnin' off)
Uzi bring that TEC in, he gon' let it off (Go let it off) (Yeah)
Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon' shoot it off (Grrah)
We shoot at our rivals, we ain't runnin' off (Runnin' off)
We shoot at our rivals, we ain't runnin' off (Runnin' off) (Yeah)
Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon' shoot it off (Fah-fah-fah)
Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon' shoot it off (Grrah)
We ain't got no rivals, we get money now (We get money now) (Okay, okay)
We ain't got no rivals, we get money now (We get money now)
Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon' shoot it off (We gon' shoot it off)
Uzi, get the strap so we can shoot it off (We gon' shoot it off)

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert & HiDoraah]
Okay, uh, I get back-end right on back-end, I can't stop (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Uh, potato on my gun, made some tater-tots (Made some tater tots?)
Yeah, tomato ribena, give you chicken pox (Some chicken pox?)
Uh, swag finesse, I'm clean, you know this shit won't stop (Won't stop, won't stop)
Okay, yeah, okay, ayy, that your bitch or not? (Yeah)
I just ask that question 'cause your girlfriend always on my jock (On God)
Balenciaga with Venmar, designer I mix a lot (I drip)
Walk in with my stick a lot, she sick 'cause she suck dick a lot (Ew)
Pescatarian but I sell fishes at the chicken spot
I'm a millionaire, but I hang with the boys that pick the locks (Yeah)
Hold on, uh, pull out the drop, it's a red light but I never would stop (Skrrt, on God!)
Count on my finger when I count the guap
And bro-bro get rich when he whippin' the pot
Son, stop, 'cause I am your pop
I sell out my show like that shit was Woodstock
Yeah, I'ma head to the moon, yeah, I'ma head to the moon
Yeah, white gold on my wrist, this shit hit like a spoon (I tried to tell 'em we gon' ride on 'em)
Okay, uh, pay your boo just to feed my goons (I tried to tell 'em we gon') (Okay, okay)
Soon as that boy turn around (Pshh), put that boy in a tomb (Okay, okay)
Pull up drop-top, no Tahoe, treat the game like I won the lotto
Walk around clean but you know I got slime nose (Yeah)
Fucked your bitch, make her hit the high-note (I tried to tell 'em we gon' ride on 'em)
That boy, he not real, he a typo (I tried to tell 'em we gon' ride)
Know I get to the bread like a casserole
Gettin' the lettuce, you know that I shred it
You know that I bled it, you know that I read it
Chain on my neck is so icy, so heavy
So slippery told that bitch that you could sled it
I cannot see none of these niggas, I cannot see the bullshit, man I turn it to ready
Handy like Mandy your bitch hot and ready
She on her knees, man, I give her no petty (Yeah)

[Chorus: HiDoraah]
We shoot at our rivals, we ain't runnin' off (Runnin' off)
We shoot at our rivals, we ain't runnin' off (Runnin' off)
Uzi bring that TEC in, he gon' let it off (Go let it off)
Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon' shoot it off (Grrah)
We shoot at our rivals, we ain't runnin' off (Runnin' off)
We shoot at our rivals, we ain't runnin' off (Runnin' off)
Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon' shoot it off (Fah-fah-fah)
Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon' shoot it off (Grrah)
We ain't got no rivals, we get money now (We get money now)
We ain't got no rivals, we get money now (We get money now)
Uzi bring that TEC in, we gon' shoot it off (We gon' shoot it off)
Uzi, get the strap so we can shoot it off (We gon' shoot it off)