RetcH - Burgundy Windbreaker [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by Thelonious Martin]

Fuck the game up, right

These cats talking designer little nigga but I’ve been fly
Versace burger with the Ferragamo French fries
It’s I, Gucci milk shake in a bitch face
Such a rich taste
I’m moving straight past home, in to get the fifth base
Where I pitch base, make a fiend touch his heels with the back of his neck
Human origami don’t mind him he’s off the Bobby
Give him five an he be begging for more
And my offer:
Smoke the weed by the shore, the water crashing in
Shit is ravishing
And compliment to the cumulus over passing em
And take the freshest breath, shit is picturesque
And make me think bout moms
Pull out my phone slide to unlock and I send a text
Love you en route to death
And since my phone out now might as well try to get at Steph
She’s got the nicest breasts and the cutest tongue
I’m trying to get acquainted
We've killed time through crime through villains manifested
And if you get arrested, I got the bail money
My mans is freebasing H and it smell funny
Killing my wave, I’m just trying to smoke my pot
And I try to tell em chill but his noggin like a rock
I’m on the block, Ralph Lauren to my socks
Javelin jump in the drop
Car read me the mission brief
As I’m breaking down this fifty piece
They making off with the coke and some stolen diamonds
On a pimped out ship to the Cayman Islands
Silly man from the English basin
The indicator blip reveal location
Got my gun and my lasso, stash the blunt in my afro
Look in the mirror press my brows
Key in the ignition, lick my lips and then we out
Tracker said we headed south
I dirt road it for a quicker route
Pulled off full speed parallel to the vessel
Telescope embedded in the bezel
And who do I see?
Gutierrez with his face in the key
So pissed I almost totaled the V
Raw quote on the sign
Whiz right through it
Left it at nine, hit the nitrous because I’m running out of time
Ooh no
Tires screeching took off in the smoke
Drive off of the cliff land up to the boat
Flip out the whip before we crash landed, and took out nine cats bare handed
Retrieve the coke in a briefcase with the diamonds held for keep safe
But I ain't finished yet
Chase Gutierrez to the upper deck
Swing the lasso catch him by the neck
Hogtie em in the pretzlette
Piss on em' for the disrespect
Kick him right in the fucking chest
Then throw him overboard to his death
Like, throw him overboard to his death
Now he’s fish food

Don’t even write and spit the message from the dude above
I need the Wi-Fi to do the drugs
It’s getting out of hand
Save a ho and get out jam
But let her know I couldn’t be a man
Cause my life is wild, fuck around and I may have a child
I lost my mind when I touched the ounce
But shot a dice abroad
Polo outfit to entice your broad
She sucked my dick and now she’s living large
And I’m just being modest, look at my face I’m such a humble guy
For thousand dollars worth of humble pile
I stuffed my face over a equestrian plate
It's only ten ever made in the states
I got a set of eight
Spit the pie on the floor and tell the cleaning lady get the mop
And drop some more like ‘you missed a spot’
She knows she needs me so she keeps quiet
Sleep in the basement and she keeps crying
Hear her at night through the floor vent
She old and white, that’s revenge for my foreman
Indentured servant
Make it sound good
I’m in your hood with out-of-town goods
I mix the white with the brown goods
Up in the Bay it’s called Belushi
I trade the drugs for the couchie
And she looks good, her mouth don’t got no open sores
I fuck with keys, cause keys always open doors
I’m in the P’s, the building with the pissy floors
It's Porter, nigga