Lil Tecca - Virgo [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Lyrics from Snippets

[Intro]
-I don’t know why, but she sound like "Oh my God"
I just hopped in the 'Rari, bitch like "Oh my", uh
Said "Oh my God" (Hahaha, Nick you’re stupid)

[Chorus]
Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji's
I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me
Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel
Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes
And we get it crazy baby, pull up, left with two more
If I don't do nothin', you know I count them blue notes
Don't fuck with too many niggas, I might just hop in that two-door

[Verse 1]
Don't let me get that, don't let me get that
Don't be mad 'cause your bitch let me hit that
Lil' nigga, you know, you ain't with that
You shootin' your shot, you a brick [?]
I can't see all these niggas, they too low
I can't wait to hit it, that’s a new low
Yeah, baby you know
We get big bags, I advise you should know
Woah, baby, I advise you should know
I know your nigga can't do it like this
Say I got ice, I got two on my wrist
Your shorty, she on my body doin' tricks
He talkin' that hot, he want me to blick

[Chorus]
Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji's
I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me
Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel
Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes
And we get it crazy baby, pull up, left with two more
If I don't do nothin', you know I count them blue notes
Don't fuck with too many niggas, I might just hop in that two-door

[Verse 2]
[...]
-two-door-
[...]
-get fast, now you change when you niggas know-
[...]
-don’t know nothing, put that on my life
Put that on my guys, bake a nigga like a pie
Hate me for no reason, yeah, nigga-
[...]
-He must be tired, ayy
Hittin' niggas I despise

[Chorus]
Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji's
I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me
Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel
Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up to your party with my bitch, we left with two hoes
And we get it crazy baby, pull up, left with two more
If I don't do nothin', you know I count them blue notes
Don't fuck with too many niggas, I might just hop in that two-door

[Chorus]
Them blue ones, I be countin' Benji's
I got your ho, yeah, tryna be my friend of me
Her nigga my enemy, he wan' be an angel
Hop on the scene, everybody better lay low