Sicko Mobb - Pump Fakin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
These niggas flexin' wit' the toolie but I know they ain't gon' blow it, Buyin' all this ganja so you know that imma smoke it, for Sicko I'm a shooter off the lean and you know that, all these bitches ready fuck in the car then get yo' hoe back. These niggas flexin' wit' the toolie but I know they ain't gon' blow it, Buyin' all this ganja so you know that imma smoke it, Sicko I'm a shooter off the lean and you know that, all these bitches ready fuck in the car then get yo' hoe back

[Verse 1: Lil Ceno]
These niggas broke they sellin' reggie thats our shit but we dont smoke that. Loud be very cloudy, Cheech and Chong I'm off the dueces, for Sicko we gon' blow come at your throat gon' push your dome back, Labels hand us mics cause we catch rep and bro your songs whack. Ridin' around with my top down got a hoe with me and she goin' down, [?] with that thot bitch do one of us and get passed around, sneak diss and get got bitch, in a circus you'se a fuckin clown, band up you a broke boy, only talkin' reckless online clown!. Now let me switch it up! all these hoes wanna let me fuck, that shit you made is weak as fuck, better luck next time broke boy catch up!, see lil folknem gon' blow for us, King Oochiee, blow up the [?][?] , we ridin' foreign you ridin' on the bus, we catch you we gon' fuck you up!

[Hook]
These niggas flexin' wit' the toolie but I know they ain't gon' blow it, Buyin' all this ganja so you know that imma smoke it, for Sicko I'm a shooter off the lean and you know that, all these bitches ready fuck in the car then get yo' hoe back. These niggas flexin' wit' the toolie but I know they ain't gon' blow it, Buyin' all this ganja so you know that imma smoke it, for Sicko I'm a shooter off the lean and you know that, all these bitches ready fuck in the car then get yo' hoe back

[Verse 2: Lil Trav]
Im off this flat, feel like a superstar the one thats chosen! [?] and I got the Fefes rockin' hoes boltin' for Sicko Mobb, ohh shit! this opp got a Glock! blow it!, Ridin through the city with my niggas in traffic holdin'!, my hitta's fingers buldgin , they ain't joking [?][?], I tell them when to blow it, Easy nem' [?], ball like he D-Wade , bitch come through big guns, Navy shit!, they asked us can we bop I swear I slapped that bitch so stupid!, we'll kill your pops were ruthless, thot on my neck she oogly, like Ceno said.. Move it, but we call these hoes groupies , I'm jackin' in a Audi [?][?][?], Thats makin' noise were Sicko bitch in a Rari' thing with [?]

[Hook]
These niggas flexin' wit' the toolie but I know they ain't gon' blow it, Buyin' all this ganja so you know that imma smoke it, for Sicko I'm a shooter off the lean and you know that, all these bitches ready fuck in the car then get yo' hoe back. These niggas flexin' wit' the toolie but I know they ain't gon' blow it, Buyin' all this ganja so you know that imma smoke it, for Sicko I'm a shooter off the lean and you know that, all these bitches ready fuck in the car then get yo' hoe back