Sicko Mobb - Hoes Be Goin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Chorus-
These hoes be goin, fucking on anybody in town
Catch me in traffic, see how a young heavy roll around
My team toting you hear that pow pow pow sound
I up a oochie now yo bitch wanna do me
These hoes be goin, fucking on anybody in town
Catch me in traffic, see how a young heavy roll around
My team toting you hear that pow pow pow sound
I up a oochie now yo bitch wanna do me
Lil Trav-
Say being sober, I can’t take it with Lil Reese
And we just rolled up, sit back, get kushy
Hoes hold up, relax come with me
Then we get freaky, her face expression cheesy
Dis ain't wat you want bro, Lets go get some ‘tron bro
A lot of these niggas hatin on me, they be actin homo
Catch they ass in the store buying shit for low low
Im sorry but yo ass is butter with that fake ass polo
It’s turn up time follow me
Fleest hat in my Louie
All the hoes they like my dance
Get these hoes up off of me
Rockin in my burberry, kush so strong I fall asleep
Broke ass nigga can't talk to me. We be poppin mollies
I go with eaters, [?] so im geeked
Caught her on cheaters, fucking on the whole team
I had to leave her, she a slut for a grammy
I might fuck these hoes, don’t make me beat or bust these hoes

Chorus

Lil Ceno-
Riding round with sicko nem, yes we be totin shit
We be goin crazy, we so bipolar bitch
Im rockin in my Gucci
Flossin in my Louie
And out west wit the shits yo bitch wanna screw me
Im in the booth with flocka, that 4-5 go blocka
These hoes they be choosin, but they fuck around and eat the malt ball
Bitch my team been winnin since the very beginning
But its time to get to this money, these hoes ain't worth shit man
I be getting money, they call me Lil Ceno
She hopped in da veeno and she did all the denos
Everyday’s a sicko Way And im screamin fuck one trey
All these niggas say whats sup and im yelling double cups
These niggas know I got the hoes
We fuck em and they exit tho
OTM we flexing bitch, yeah my team been havin shit
I don’t do no flexin shit we really do this Gucci shit
And imam turn up on that ho, but only if she a boogie bitch

Chrous

J Cash-
This a fiesta
And all my niggas ride wit me
We showing oochies
Bitch you know I got it on me
I seen a eater
And she going for the team
You could only neck me please
When I bust then you must leave
Truey shirt and Robin Jeans
Tell the clouds to kiss my wings
Smokin loud and sippin lean
In the clouds up in my dreams
30 poppers wit them beams
Swear to God I love my team
Ballin like we won a ring
Money Ova Everything
Foreign shit, Foreign Bitch
Skerrin in my foreign whip
These bitches know Im havin shit
Tell em get up off my dick
My life like a movie
MY niggas totin toolies
Cuz I be flexin
Catch a opp, with a thot
We hittin ALL DESE Goffys
Bitch I rep TMG
I fuck wit Del Gang
So dont fuck wit me
Sicko Mobbin, yeah they GO SKIII
My niggas holdin and these bitches GOIN!!