Trae tha Truth - Pelican [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus: Gunna]
Nigga fly like a pelican
Chase that paper like a marathon
I know hitters just like Barry Bonds
Make it rain, we got hella ones
Custom carats, it's a one of one
I might wear this only once a month
Bossy bitch and don't you ever touch

[Verse 1: Trae the Truth]
Won't holler smoke like I was gettin' high
Doin' 'bout two hunnid, tryna get by
Middle finger up for what they did, I
All this money on me got me so fly
Know I'm on the same shit
Still a asshole bitch, I rep the same clique
Ever speaking on the Goat, that's where my name fit
Rule one, I never hit 'em with the same stick
Gang-gang shit, if you ain't one of us
And if it's drama time, I'ma be the one to bust
Same week, your baby mama be the one to lust
It's gon' be murder-murder if you ever fuck with us
You ever fuck with us

[Chorus: Gunna]
Nigga fly like a pelican
Chase that paper like a marathon
I know hitters just like Barry Bonds
Make it rain, we got hella ones
Custom carats, it's a one of one
I might wear this only once a month
Bossy bitch and don't you ever touch

[Verse 2: Gunna]
You a slime, that mean you one of us
Won't say a thing cause you ride silent [?]
Ain't showing you nothin', I'm gon' keep it tucked
Ain't got no conscience, don't know who to trust
[?]
These checks like Nike, got me pipin' up
It's déjà vu, I see all type of stuff
It must be Troop, I waste another cup
[?] my family, I go ludicrous
I been gettin' money, I ain't new to this
He sayin' all cap, I swear I do this shit
All day, all night, young Gunna makin' hits
Yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
Nigga fly like a pelican
Chase that paper like a marathon
I know hitters just like Barry Bonds
Make it rain, we got hella ones
Custom carats, it's a one of one
I might wear this only once a month
Bossy bitch and don't you ever touch

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
If you a slime, that mean you one of us, one of us
I tie my ties with everyone of 'em, one of 'em
Believe in Slime, yeah in SLIME we trust
Yeah, all of my homies and my kids up
Yeah, we keep the sticks, they tryna kill us
We got sticks and some grenades from the pilgrims
I been lovey-dovey with this drink and pill, yeah
I got crickets on my seats because they green, yeah
I put cum on her face and on her spleen, yeah
Yeah, we shoot 'em down, we with the rara
Yeah, I call the dogs out and they shottas
Rasta, Jamaican, they shoot at cop cars
Children and grandmas [?] the block up
Yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
Nigga fly like a pelican
Chase that paper like a marathon
I know hitters just like Barry Bonds
Make it rain, we got hella ones
Custom carats, it's a one of one
I might wear this only once a month
Bossy bitch and don't you ever touch