Lil Railroad - Kimchi trapstar* [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

My name AKsings 'cuz I get all the high notes
Woke up in the hills with a Saint Laurent coat
Was broke but now dripping, like we on a boat
Flipping bars like sneakers, as if I ever sold on GOAT

Getting bills, and I only need Lewinski
Mixing syrup with that Fireball whiskey
My life's a movie, so call me fucking Mickey
Can't catch me lacking, I got that 30 with me

Buying VLONE? I need no checkbook
High in the clouds, Houston Rocket, shoutout Westbrook
Trapstar shit, I'm a vet and you's a rook
Getting 90's in Pre-Calc, I need no fucking textbook

Pass the crown, I need no new nouns
Writing these bars honoring my hometown
Word to Gunna, I drip, you drown
Looking like Pennywise the fucking clown

Shooting at my opps, like my name Lucian
Need no draco, words do the execution
When I'm home alone I bring out the lotion
Whip out the premium hentai, high resolution

They thristy for hoes' snaps, pass them Gatorade
Golf Wang shit, but where's the Taylormade?
My lyrics Eternal Atake, only times eight
They say they'll wipe my nose, but they know they'll never get laid

Showering in drip, I'm a bathing ape
There's a Whole Lotta Red, but Carti won't drop his mixtapes!
Curtains drop on your clown show, we watch them drape
Dick kinda small, balls look like grapes

Dressed in Yohji Yamamoto, I need no Virgil Abloh
Rick and Morty in the lab, cooking up, oh!
I scream "Fuck 12!" but hide when I see the popo
Kimchi in my crib sweet just like cocoa

Your knees weak, and your arms are heavy
Bitch I got ankle bracelets, call me R Kelly
I shoot like curry, but I've never been to New Delhi
RIP Juvy, Sakchaser, free Melvin and Melly

Getting paid, Berkshire Hathaway
Playing League in the public library on Saturdays
Games with words, English teacher call me Hemingway
You claim your ice real, but you bought your shit off eBay