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Description
Associated Performer: Malik Montana, Alberto, Kronkel Dom, Josef Bratan
Composer, Producer: Swizzy
Composer, Producer: Worek
Lyrics and translation
Original
(Young Kidd got the heat baby)
Pow, pow
Chodzę podkuty, nabite kopyto
Nie ufam nikomu, dlatego coraz mniej śpię
RS6, Nike dres, ey
Wale w łeb, biorę cash
W drodze po fortunę ja nie hamuje tylko robię swoje, dlatego biorę co chcę
Self-made milioner, ey
Banknot sypie jak śnieg (banknot sypie jak śnieg)
Szara taśma na kostkach z Kolumbii, a lateksy zakładam na dłoń (na dłoń)
Czarna maska na twarzy to dlatego, że psy nas przyłapać chcą (ra, ra, ra)
Skąd to? Co, ja nic nie wiem, chuj w 9-9-7
Butuje cię na glebie, za co? - Sam nie wiem, szczerze to jebię
Nie ma to jak świeży plik, dawaj PIN do konta, dawaj
Jeśli coś nie wyjdzie w rapie, wiem gdzie mieszkacie, będziesz płacić haracz
Windykacja gorącym żelazkiem, spalonym kurczakiem jebie na klatce
Koka mieszana z amoniakiem, pokaże ile naprawdę na wadze (pow, pow, pow)
Wkurwiasz mnie, pizdę sklej
Nie grożę tylko walę w łeb
Jak kosę masz to nie strasz tylko użyj jej
Robi dziurę, nie gazuję, ostre pestki, bang
(Ayy)
Shooters, shooters
Where my shooters at
Niggas pussy, they ain't never been in there
Spin on who, spendin' racks, it's truly that
Gold on my chain like I'm Trinidad James
Don't call me NLE, call me dad
'Cause I whoop ass like Mayweather
Find somethin' safe to do cause niggas make the news when they fuck with the man
No kizzy, no cappin' like Drizzy Drake get to clappin' with rhythm (baow, yeah, yeah)
I shoot with precision, your soul getting lifted
We murder, we addicted like prescriptions
Who really the sickest
Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us or wit' me, on God
Clip longer than corn on the cob
We pull your car
We pull up wit' the shit at your job
Glock out this bar (Glock out this bar)
Ay, check this gold, they ain't doin' way up
Put the pressure on them niggas, bet the bank that they tell
But oh well
Wkurwiasz mnie, pizdę sklej
Nie grożę tylko walę w łeb
Jak kosę masz to nie strasz tylko użyj jej
Robi dziurę, nie gazuję, ostre pestki, bang
Wkurwiasz mnie, pizdę sklej
Nie grożę tylko walę w łeb
Jak kosę masz to nie strasz tylko użyj jej
Robi dziurę, nie gazuję, ostre pestki, bang
(Robi dziurę, nie gazuję, ostre pestki, bang)
English translation
(Young Kidd got the heat baby)
Pow, pow
I walk shod, with a loaded hoof
I don't trust anyone, that's why I sleep less and less
RS6, Nike tracksuit, ey
Hit the head, I'll take the cash
On the way to my fortune, I don't brake, I just do my thing, that's why I take what I want
Self-made millionaire, ey
The banknote is falling like snow (the banknote is falling like snow)
Gray tape on the ankles from Colombia, and I put latex on my hand (on my hand)
The black mask on the face is because the dogs want to catch us (ra, ra, ra)
Where's that from? What, I don't know anything, fuck 9-9-7
He's kicking you on the ground for what? - I don't know, I honestly fucking hate it
There's nothing like a fresh file, give me your account PIN, come on
If something doesn't work out in rap, I know where you live, you'll pay tribute
Debt collection with a hot iron, a burnt chicken and a cage
Coca mixed with ammonia, it will show how much it really weighs (pow, pow, pow)
You're pissing me off, glue your pussy together
I'm not threatening, I'm just punching you in the head
If you have a scythe, don't be afraid, just use it
It makes a hole, no carbonation, sharp seeds, bang
(Ayy)
Shooters, shooters
Where my shooters at
Niggas pussy, they ain't never been in there
Spin on who, spendin' racks, it's truly that
Gold on my chain like I'm Trinidad James
Don't call me NLE, call me dad
'Cause I whoop ass like Mayweather
Find somethingin' safe to do cause niggas make the news when they fuck with the man
No kizzy, no cappin' like Drizzy Drake get to clappin' with rhythm (baow, yeah, yeah)
I shoot with precision, your soul getting lifted
We murder, we addicted like prescriptions
Who really the sickest
Niggas ain't fuckin' wit' us or wit' me, on God
Clip longer than corn on the cob
We pull your car
We pull up wit' the shit at your job
Glock out this bar (Glock out this bar)
Ay, check this gold, they ain't doin' way up
Put the pressure on them niggas, bet the bank that they tell
But oh well
You're pissing me off, glue your pussy together
I'm not threatening, I'm just punching you in the head
If you have a scythe, don't be afraid, just use it
It makes a hole, no carbonation, sharp seeds, bang
You're pissing me off, glue your pussy together
I'm not threatening, I'm just punching you in the head
If you have a scythe, don't be afraid, just use it
It makes a hole, no carbonation, sharp seeds, bang
(Makes a hole, no carbonation, sharp seeds, bang)