More songs by BabyChiefDoit
Description
In the car cabin at sunset, the bass voice is squeezing out boastfulness glued to the skin, and the tongue feels like it's stuck to the holster: it's funny and scary at the same time. Repeating phrases - like a spell, containing both a challenge and weariness: "they can't say I don't know how," "if you look too long - pop" - sound like markers of self-defense and stage pathos. There's no caring sentimentality here, but there's an almost domestic routine of violence: the habit of keeping a hand on the safety, the habit of turning threats into a show. Nervous humor breaks thru in the sharp lines - as if it's a toast to their own absurd rules of life. This feeling isn't a story, but a mental room where boasting coexists with weary vigilance. Beats are like a heartbeat, they pulse, and even the harshest words turn into a rhythmic ritual: let off steam, show your teeth, stay in the game. In the end, you can't help but smile: such aggressive confidence looks both intimidating and unpretentiously homely - like a bearded survival tale told while waiting in line for coffee.
Lyrics and translation
Original
(Thanks, yakree)
Ay, come on this bitch, niggas know what the fuck goin' on
Slatt gang, 26-12 (free the troops, Zoo Gang or nothin')
I'm givin' y'all straight bars (brr, brr, brr)
I done been in the stu' all week, I done almost run outta shit to say
When we come through, better get out the way, Cuzzo lucked up, and he beat his case
My bro ready to kill, shorty ass just waitin' around for the okay (gang, gang)
Shit'll get gay quick, we don't shoot blanks
Catch a shot from the chop, now your period late (graow)
Niggas ain't ever gon' see me in shit, I don't care if the boy got glasses
All he heard was, "Yeah, come here, bitch," that's what we say when we get on asses
I'm tryna get money and live lavish, cuz tryna turn all the opps to ashes
Yeah, you a ho but I'm still gon' cut, baby, I don't judge, my name ain't Mathis
One nigga gon' say I can't rap, that nigga banned, now he can't come back
Your ho bad and you can't have her back, I'ma make this bitch stick a tongue in my gap
Ridin' in T with my gun in my lap, if you look too hard in the car, clap
All I need is a beat, I can say anything on this bitch, and it still gon' slap (graow, graow)
One nigga gon' say I can't rap, that nigga banned, now he can't come back
Your ho bad and you can't have her back, I'ma make this bitch stick a tongue in my gap
Ridin' in T with my gun in my lap, if you look too hard in the car, clap
All I need is a beat, I can say anything on this bitch, and it still gon' slap (graow, graow)
Y'all niggas don't want problems, quickly this shit will get tragic
I am a cool ass dude that'll smack a bitch super quick, I am not no rapper
(Bro!) You still got shot, just 'cause you survived don't mean you can troll and laugh
One nigga died, and I know who killed him, but I'ma act like I don't know what happened
I say, what the fuck I want 'cause I can, your boyfriend a lame, come deal with a man
That nigga thought we was child molesters (pow!)
We spot niggas and jump out vans (pow! I'ma get ya)
I don't like niggas, I'm a one-man band (come here little boy)
Put the heat on his ass and give him a tan
I don't know why niggas hate me (Slatt gang)
I'm enjoying my life with my feet in the sand (nigga what the fuck goin' on?)
Niggas ain't blowin' they heat, they scared, one nigga dropped his gun and ran (pow!)
Rest of this shit finna be off the head, I know a lot of niggas that wish I was dead
I belong on the ceiling and I blow like a fan, went on a hit, and he cracked his mans (brr, brr)
Hashtag, "We Got Drugs For Sale," we tax shit like Uncle Sam
One nigga gon' say I can't rap, that nigga banned, now he can't come back
Your ho bad and you can't have her back, I'ma make this bitch stick a tongue in my gap
Ridin' in T with my gun in my lap
If you look too hard in the car, clap (if you look too hard in this bitch, I'ma clap)
All I need is a beat, I can say anything on this bitch and it still gon' slap