One mob - Finesse [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

It's Young JBay nigga, still on that trap shit

[Hook: Young JBay]
Niggas better watch they bitch I put her on a track
On the net, outta state, she gon' send it back
Young nigga got them bands really playing with stacks
Still slidin' with that mac finessing through the pack
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[Verse 1: Young JBay]
Better watch your bitch cause I'm on her back
Ridin' in this foreign me and my nigga Heck
I be on that same shit I'm still in the trap
A nigga wanna problem then you know we got dat fully mac
I know you heard about me kept it two key
Shipped her outta state and every day she sending cheese
She come fuck wit me then she gotta have a fee
Bitch I ain't your boyfriend, you know I'm no bfe
Thumbing through a check but I don't got a job
Ain't no money like trap money bitch I'm with the mob
Talking money but you broke niggas need to stop
I came from kicking doors on the block selling rocks

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
Bandaids in my denims, nigga
Gangland wit my nigga, nigga
Stendo on dat nickel, nigga
Your car load will get riddled, nigga
Lose your life for them fiddles, nigga
Shit real in this field
Either kill or be killed
Shoot first or get shot, nigga
Four's up for my block
He froze up and got popped
She hoe'd up for that guap
I ain't even fuck the bitch that's on God
Spent eight bucks on that Glock
A bandaka for that chop
One up top in it ahk
Niggas know how I rock
Run a play wit dat pack
Got a ten stack on my lap
Shooter gang on that porch
That's how we operate in this trap
No lagging no leaking
No yapping no speaking
Finesse a nigga wit da okie-doke
It's tax free that's on jesus

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Blood]
I send that bitch from coast to coast and then I send her back
She come to me I check my trap and then I send her back
She love this pimp I'm not a pimp bitch I'm a really a Mac
And if he front it, I'm consignment, finessing the pack
She say her ex B he got money he really got racks
Lil bitch he also on some paperwork really a rat
Bitch you keep talking outta turn, bitch you finna get smacked
Next time I see you bitch you make sure you gimme my stacks
I'm bout to leave you bitch I promise I don't fuck wit fags
Bitch gimme cash, stupid bitch, gimme cash
Bitch don't make me mad, you gon' make me truck yo ass
Stupid ass drunk, gimme my fucking trap, Blood!

[Verse 4: Lil AJ]
Finessing through the pack I got my money straight
Fuck that lil ounce lil nigga, order the whole weight
I'm scratching off on her, if she ain't talking chicken
I don't want her ass lil bra, you can go and get her
I had a mac 10, and I had a mac 11
Mac 11 was too damn big, yeah I had to sell it
I told the punk bitch, hit the blade or the neck
GFE, boyfriend experience, we about a check
Ask around the town, I really get down
Eight months for a hammer, lil nigga had to sit down
Ice City Money Man, I ain't tell on shit
Wanna see my lawyer, lil nigga you can suck my dick!

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Joe Blow]
Blow, I got a snow bunny and a bunny ranch
Shit every time she sends me bands I do the money dance
I copped a spot in Carson City and started copping pistols
Brand new FN's and every Glock invented
This bitch hella weird but love to hand me cheese
Thinks she the shit since the ad in Hustler magazine
But she knocked another bitch and she brought the fee
They know that cash rules, everything around me cream
I'm flexing and finessing on these broke bitches
And stop talking about your getting it bitch just go get it
Your always complaining about something hoe I don't get it
And keep talking to them niggas your gon' be broke wit em

[Verse 6: Lil Goofy]
I be finessing and twisting ask all of my bitches
And bet the opposition feel this extension
I'm tripping wit lil niggas that don't listen
I'm twisting, whoever to get to the chicken
Syrup lines and I'm taxing, bloody
See me drinking Mountain Dew it's muddy
HiTech and my Fanta bloody
You can hit the dro but not the juice cuddy
McGiver I can sell anything
Bitch blow up, back to cocaine
When it slow up I get the big thang
I strip shit writ to get the rent payed
See if he ain't gotta get it
You couldn't understand how I'm living
I'm a cancer patient, still on probation, and y'all got the nerve to be bitching
Niggas testify and got my house hit
Musta been my lil nig
Lost all my love for you
We get out, it is what it is kid
Nigga cocked in that field
Cause any time shit could get real
Want the mills fuck bout the deal
So I can kick back and just chill
It's Goofy

[Hook]