No Suburban, Pt. 2
Michael Williams
Ayy, ayy
Gang, gang, gang
Shoot with the gang, gang, gang
Load it, then bang, bang, bang
Bang, gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Great John on the beat by the way)
Look, huh
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
'Member days postin' the .30s inside of the Glock?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
Niggas be talking real hot for the 'net
But they see me in person, they all on my dick
I got they hearts in my pocket, no bully
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
Look, push me to the limit
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Push me to the limit
And let's see who really, really with it
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Them niggas is lyin')
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look
He got a black flag, nigga, take it off
You get shot down if you play his songs
I keep a Glock 'round, I would let it off
This a diss track, this is not a song
I got 'em thinkin' its voodoo
I'ma King Corso you poodles
I been in the field like manure
Can't talk on my name, 'cause I'll prove it
I'm feelin' like, feelin' like who really want it?
You niggas my sons, I ain't feel like abortin' again
Niggas can't mention no money
I double the offer and you know it's off with his head
Just pass me the chop, lemme fold 'em
Me by myself, I'll do it to you
Run up, get dirt up, on M8V3N
Me by myself, I'll give it to you
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
'Member days postin' with .30s inside of the Glock?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
Niggas be talking real hot for the 'net
But they see me in person, they all on my dick
I got their hearts in my pocket, no bully
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
Look, push me to the limit
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Push me to the limit
And let's see who really, really with it
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Them niggas is lyin')
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look, look
Lyin' in they raps for the clout
Heard that boy a snitch, fish 'em out
Boy, I got the wave, you in drought
Reason why my dick in they mouth
No this ain't dance music, nigga (I buss a bop, I don't dance)
No, this ain't chill music, nigga (I'm tryna drill, I want 'em dead)
Huh, this for the streets, so fuck your say
Don't care if this don't get no radio play
Huh, bang on any who play
My flow so sick for any who hate, huh
Oh, you tryna buss matas
Shots spin him, that's bachata
I stand over niggas and buh, blacka
The king, no, I'm da masa, nigga
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
That's shoota gang, shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
That's shoota gang (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
Shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
Shoota gang-gang-gang
Bang, bang, load it the bang, bang, bang
Gang, gang
I need to hear that again
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Shoot with the gang, gang, gang
Spara con la gang, gang, gang
Load it, then bang, bang, bang
Caricalo, poi bang, bang, bang
Bang, gang, gang
Bang, gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Great John on the beat by the way)
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Great John alla base, a proposito)
Look, huh
Guarda, huh
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
I ragazzi dicono, "Sheff, ti muovi troppo in fretta
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
Non hai nulla da dimostrare, sei il re di questa merda"
'Member days postin' the .30s inside of the Glock?
Ricordi i giorni in cui postavi i .30 dentro la Glock?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
Ero impaziente di muovermi su un colpo
Niggas be talking real hot for the 'net
I ragazzi parlano davvero caldo per la 'net
But they see me in person, they all on my dick
Ma quando mi vedono di persona, sono tutti sul mio cazzo
I got they hearts in my pocket, no bully
Ho i loro cuori in tasca, non sono un bullo
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
Ma potrei fare il bullo con un sacco di merda
Look, push me to the limit
Guarda, spingimi al limite
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Vediamo chi vuole davvero ottenerlo, okay
Push me to the limit
Spingimi al limite
And let's see who really, really with it
E vediamo chi è davvero, davvero con esso
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Non vedo nessun Suburbano, chi sta girando?
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Them niggas is lyin')
(Non vedo nessun Suburbano, chi sta girando? Quei ragazzi stanno mentendo')
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Non vedo nessun Suburbano, chi sta girando?
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look
Non vedo nessun Suburbano, chi sta girando? Guarda
He got a black flag, nigga, take it off
Ha una bandiera nera, ragazzo, toglietela
You get shot down if you play his songs
Vieni abbattuto se suoni le sue canzoni
I keep a Glock 'round, I would let it off
Tengo una Glock in giro, la lascerei andare
This a diss track, this is not a song
Questa è una diss track, non è una canzone
I got 'em thinkin' its voodoo
Li ho fatti pensare che sia voodoo
I'ma King Corso you poodles
Sono un King Corso tuoi barboncini
I been in the field like manure
Sono stato in campo come letame
Can't talk on my name, 'cause I'll prove it
Non puoi parlare del mio nome, perché lo dimostrerò
I'm feelin' like, feelin' like who really want it?
Mi sento come, mi sento come chi lo vuole davvero?
You niggas my sons, I ain't feel like abortin' again
Voi ragazzi siete i miei figli, non mi sento come abortire di nuovo
Niggas can't mention no money
I ragazzi non possono parlare di soldi
I double the offer and you know it's off with his head
Raddoppio l'offerta e sai che è fuori con la sua testa
Just pass me the chop, lemme fold 'em
Passami il taglio, lascia che lo pieghi
Me by myself, I'll do it to you
Da solo, te lo farò
Run up, get dirt up, on M8V3N
Corri, sporcati, su M8V3N
Me by myself, I'll give it to you
Da solo, te lo darò
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
I ragazzi dicono, "Sheff, ti muovi troppo in fretta
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
Non hai nulla da dimostrare, sei il re di questa merda"
'Member days postin' with .30s inside of the Glock?
Ricordi i giorni in cui postavi con i .30 dentro la Glock?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
Ero impaziente di muovermi su un colpo
Niggas be talking real hot for the 'net
I ragazzi parlano davvero caldo per la 'net
But they see me in person, they all on my dick
Ma quando mi vedono di persona, sono tutti sul mio cazzo
I got their hearts in my pocket, no bully
Ho i loro cuori in tasca, non sono un bullo
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
Ma potrei fare il bullo con un sacco di merda
Look, push me to the limit
Guarda, spingimi al limite
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Vediamo chi vuole davvero ottenerlo, okay
Push me to the limit
Spingimi al limite
And let's see who really, really with it
E vediamo chi è davvero, davvero con esso
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Non vedo nessun Suburbano, chi sta girando?
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Them niggas is lyin')
(Non vedo nessun Suburbano, chi sta girando? Quei ragazzi stanno mentendo')
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Non vedo nessun Suburbano, chi sta girando?
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look, look
Non vedo nessun Suburbano, chi sta girando? Guarda, guarda
Lyin' in they raps for the clout
Mentono nei loro rap per la fama
Heard that boy a snitch, fish 'em out
Ho sentito dire che quel ragazzo è una spia, pescalo fuori
Boy, I got the wave, you in drought
Ragazzo, ho l'onda, tu sei in secca
Reason why my dick in they mouth
Ecco perché il mio cazzo è nella loro bocca
No this ain't dance music, nigga (I buss a bop, I don't dance)
No, questa non è musica da ballo, ragazzo (Sparo un colpo, non ballo)
No, this ain't chill music, nigga (I'm tryna drill, I want 'em dead)
No, questa non è musica rilassante, ragazzo (Sto cercando di perforare, lo voglio morto)
Huh, this for the streets, so fuck your say
Huh, questo è per le strade, quindi fottiti il tuo dire
Don't care if this don't get no radio play
Non mi importa se questo non ottiene nessuna riproduzione radio
Huh, bang on any who play
Huh, spara a chiunque giochi
My flow so sick for any who hate, huh
Il mio flusso è così malato per chiunque odi, huh
Oh, you tryna buss matas
Oh, stai cercando di sparare matas
Shots spin him, that's bachata
I colpi lo fanno girare, è bachata
I stand over niggas and buh, blacka
Mi alzo sopra i ragazzi e buh, blacka
The king, no, I'm da masa, nigga
Il re, no, sono da masa, ragazzo
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
Sparatore, sparatore (non vedi nessun Suburbano, chi sta girando?)
That's shoota gang, shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
Quella è la gang dello sparatore, gang-gang-gang-gang dello sparatore
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
(Non vedi nessun Suburbano, chi sta girando?)
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
Sparatore, sparatore (non vedi nessun Suburbano, chi sta girando?)
That's shoota gang (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
Quella è la gang dello sparatore (non vedi nessun Suburbano, chi sta girando?)
Shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
Gang-gang-gang-gang dello sparatore
Shoota gang-gang-gang
Gang-gang-gang dello sparatore
Bang, bang, load it the bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, carica il bang, bang, bang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
I need to hear that again
Ho bisogno di sentire quello di nuovo
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Gang, gang, gang
Gangue, gangue, gangue
Shoot with the gang, gang, gang
Atire com a gangue, gangue, gangue
Load it, then bang, bang, bang
Carregue, então bang, bang, bang
Bang, gang, gang
Bang, gangue, gangue
Gang, gang
Gangue, gangue
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Great John on the beat by the way)
Gangue, gangue, gangue, gangue (Great John na batida, a propósito)
Look, huh
Olha, huh
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
Os caras dizem, "Sheff, você está se movendo muito quente
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
Você não tem nada a provar, você é o rei dessa merda"
'Member days postin' the .30s inside of the Glock?
Lembra dos dias postando os .30s dentro da Glock?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
Eu estava louco para me mover em um golpe
Niggas be talking real hot for the 'net
Os caras falam muito quente para a 'net
But they see me in person, they all on my dick
Mas quando me veem pessoalmente, eles estão todos no meu pau
I got they hearts in my pocket, no bully
Eu tenho os corações deles no meu bolso, sem bullying
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
Mas eu poderia estar intimidando muita merda
Look, push me to the limit
Olha, me empurre até o limite
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Vamos ver quem realmente está tentando conseguir, ok
Push me to the limit
Me empurre até o limite
And let's see who really, really with it
E vamos ver quem realmente, realmente está com isso
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Não vejo nenhum Suburban, quem está girando?
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Them niggas is lyin')
(Não vejo nenhum Suburban, quem está girando? Esses caras estão mentindo)
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Não vejo nenhum Suburban, quem está girando?
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look
Não vejo nenhum Suburban, quem está girando? Olha
He got a black flag, nigga, take it off
Ele tem uma bandeira preta, cara, tire-a
You get shot down if you play his songs
Você será abatido se tocar suas músicas
I keep a Glock 'round, I would let it off
Eu mantenho uma Glock por perto, eu a deixaria disparar
This a diss track, this is not a song
Isso é uma diss track, isso não é uma música
I got 'em thinkin' its voodoo
Eu os tenho pensando que é vodu
I'ma King Corso you poodles
Eu sou um King Corso para vocês poodles
I been in the field like manure
Eu estive no campo como esterco
Can't talk on my name, 'cause I'll prove it
Não pode falar no meu nome, porque eu vou provar
I'm feelin' like, feelin' like who really want it?
Estou me sentindo como, sentindo como quem realmente quer?
You niggas my sons, I ain't feel like abortin' again
Vocês caras são meus filhos, eu não sinto vontade de abortar de novo
Niggas can't mention no money
Os caras não podem mencionar dinheiro
I double the offer and you know it's off with his head
Eu dobro a oferta e você sabe que é a cabeça dele que vai rolar
Just pass me the chop, lemme fold 'em
Só me passe o chop, deixe-me dobrá-los
Me by myself, I'll do it to you
Eu sozinho, vou fazer isso com você
Run up, get dirt up, on M8V3N
Corra, suje-se, no M8V3N
Me by myself, I'll give it to you
Eu sozinho, vou dar para você
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
Os caras dizem, "Sheff, você está se movendo muito quente
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
Você não tem nada a provar, você é o rei dessa merda"
'Member days postin' with .30s inside of the Glock?
Lembra dos dias postando com .30s dentro da Glock?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
Eu estava louco para me mover em um golpe
Niggas be talking real hot for the 'net
Os caras falam muito quente para a 'net
But they see me in person, they all on my dick
Mas quando me veem pessoalmente, eles estão todos no meu pau
I got their hearts in my pocket, no bully
Eu tenho os corações deles no meu bolso, sem bullying
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
Mas eu poderia estar intimidando muita merda
Look, push me to the limit
Olha, me empurre até o limite
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Vamos ver quem realmente está tentando conseguir, ok
Push me to the limit
Me empurre até o limite
And let's see who really, really with it
E vamos ver quem realmente, realmente está com isso
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Não vejo nenhum Suburban, quem está girando?
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Them niggas is lyin')
(Não vejo nenhum Suburban, quem está girando? Esses caras estão mentindo)
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Não vejo nenhum Suburban, quem está girando?
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look, look
Não vejo nenhum Suburban, quem está girando? Olha, olha
Lyin' in they raps for the clout
Mentindo em suas rimas para a fama
Heard that boy a snitch, fish 'em out
Ouvi dizer que aquele cara é um delator, pesque-o
Boy, I got the wave, you in drought
Cara, eu tenho a onda, você está em seca
Reason why my dick in they mouth
Razão pela qual meu pau está na boca deles
No this ain't dance music, nigga (I buss a bop, I don't dance)
Não, isso não é música para dançar, cara (Eu buss a bop, eu não danço)
No, this ain't chill music, nigga (I'm tryna drill, I want 'em dead)
Não, isso não é música para relaxar, cara (Estou tentando perfurar, quero que eles morram)
Huh, this for the streets, so fuck your say
Huh, isso é para as ruas, então foda-se o que você diz
Don't care if this don't get no radio play
Não me importo se isso não tocar no rádio
Huh, bang on any who play
Huh, bang em qualquer um que tocar
My flow so sick for any who hate, huh
Meu flow é tão doente para qualquer um que odeie, huh
Oh, you tryna buss matas
Oh, você está tentando buss matas
Shots spin him, that's bachata
Tiros giram ele, isso é bachata
I stand over niggas and buh, blacka
Eu fico em cima dos caras e buh, blacka
The king, no, I'm da masa, nigga
O rei, não, eu sou o mestre, cara
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
M8V3N, gangue M8V3N
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
Atirador, atirador (não vejo nenhum Suburban, quem está girando?)
That's shoota gang, shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
Essa é a gangue do atirador, gangue do atirador-gangue-gangue-gangue
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
(Não vejo nenhum Suburban, quem está girando?)
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
M8V3N, gangue M8V3N
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
Atirador, atirador (não vejo nenhum Suburban, quem está girando?)
That's shoota gang (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
Essa é a gangue do atirador (não vejo nenhum Suburban, quem está girando?)
Shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
Gangue do atirador-gangue-gangue-gangue
Shoota gang-gang-gang
Gangue do atirador-gangue-gangue
Bang, bang, load it the bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, carregue o bang, bang, bang
Gang, gang
Gangue, gangue
I need to hear that again
Eu preciso ouvir isso de novo
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Gang, gang, gang
Pandilla, pandilla, pandilla
Shoot with the gang, gang, gang
Dispara con la pandilla, pandilla, pandilla
Load it, then bang, bang, bang
Cárgalo, luego bang, bang, bang
Bang, gang, gang
Bang, pandilla, pandilla
Gang, gang
Pandilla, pandilla
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Great John on the beat by the way)
Pandilla, pandilla, pandilla, pandilla (Great John en la pista, por cierto)
Look, huh
Mira, huh
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
Los negros como, "Sheff, te mueves demasiado caliente
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
No tienes nada que demostrar, eres el rey de esta mierda"
'Member days postin' the .30s inside of the Glock?
¿Recuerdas los días publicando los .30s dentro de la Glock?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
Estaba ansioso por moverme en un golpe
Niggas be talking real hot for the 'net
Los negros hablan muy caliente para la 'net
But they see me in person, they all on my dick
Pero me ven en persona, todos están en mi pene
I got they hearts in my pocket, no bully
Tengo sus corazones en mi bolsillo, no soy un matón
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
Pero podría estar intimidando un montón de mierda
Look, push me to the limit
Mira, empujame al límite
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Veamos quién realmente está tratando de conseguirlo, está bien
Push me to the limit
Empujame al límite
And let's see who really, really with it
Y veamos quién realmente, realmente está con ello
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
¿No ves ningún Suburban, quién está girando?
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Them niggas is lyin')
(¿No ves ningún Suburban, quién está girando? Esos negros están mintiendo)
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
¿No ves ningún Suburban, quién está girando?
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look
¿No ves ningún Suburban, quién está girando? Mira
He got a black flag, nigga, take it off
Él tiene una bandera negra, negro, quítatela
You get shot down if you play his songs
Te disparan si tocas sus canciones
I keep a Glock 'round, I would let it off
Tengo una Glock alrededor, la dejaría salir
This a diss track, this is not a song
Esta es una canción de dis, esto no es una canción
I got 'em thinkin' its voodoo
Los tengo pensando que es vudú
I'ma King Corso you poodles
Soy un King Corso, ustedes caniches
I been in the field like manure
He estado en el campo como estiércol
Can't talk on my name, 'cause I'll prove it
No puedes hablar de mi nombre, porque lo demostraré
I'm feelin' like, feelin' like who really want it?
Me siento como, me siento como quién realmente lo quiere?
You niggas my sons, I ain't feel like abortin' again
Ustedes negros son mis hijos, no me siento como abortar de nuevo
Niggas can't mention no money
Los negros no pueden mencionar dinero
I double the offer and you know it's off with his head
Doblo la oferta y sabes que se acabó con su cabeza
Just pass me the chop, lemme fold 'em
Solo pásame el chop, déjame doblarlo
Me by myself, I'll do it to you
Yo solo, te lo haré
Run up, get dirt up, on M8V3N
Corre, ensucia, en M8V3N
Me by myself, I'll give it to you
Yo solo, te lo daré
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
Los negros como, "Sheff, te mueves demasiado caliente
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
No tienes nada que demostrar, eres el rey de esta mierda"
'Member days postin' with .30s inside of the Glock?
¿Recuerdas los días publicando con .30s dentro de la Glock?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
Estaba ansioso por moverme en un golpe
Niggas be talking real hot for the 'net
Los negros hablan muy caliente para la 'net
But they see me in person, they all on my dick
Pero me ven en persona, todos están en mi pene
I got their hearts in my pocket, no bully
Tengo sus corazones en mi bolsillo, no soy un matón
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
Pero podría estar intimidando un montón de mierda
Look, push me to the limit
Mira, empujame al límite
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Veamos quién realmente está tratando de conseguirlo, está bien
Push me to the limit
Empujame al límite
And let's see who really, really with it
Y veamos quién realmente, realmente está con ello
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
¿No ves ningún Suburban, quién está girando?
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Them niggas is lyin')
(¿No ves ningún Suburban, quién está girando? Esos negros están mintiendo)
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
¿No ves ningún Suburban, quién está girando?
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look, look
¿No ves ningún Suburban, quién está girando? Mira, mira
Lyin' in they raps for the clout
Mintiendo en sus raps por la fama
Heard that boy a snitch, fish 'em out
Oí que ese chico es un soplón, sácalo
Boy, I got the wave, you in drought
Chico, tengo la ola, tú estás en sequía
Reason why my dick in they mouth
Razón por la cual mi pene está en su boca
No this ain't dance music, nigga (I buss a bop, I don't dance)
No, esto no es música para bailar, negro (Disparo un bop, no bailo)
No, this ain't chill music, nigga (I'm tryna drill, I want 'em dead)
No, esto no es música para relajarse, negro (Estoy tratando de perforar, quiero que estén muertos)
Huh, this for the streets, so fuck your say
Huh, esto es para las calles, así que a la mierda tu opinión
Don't care if this don't get no radio play
No me importa si esto no se reproduce en la radio
Huh, bang on any who play
Huh, disparo a cualquiera que juegue
My flow so sick for any who hate, huh
Mi flujo es tan enfermo para cualquiera que odie, huh
Oh, you tryna buss matas
Oh, estás tratando de disparar matas
Shots spin him, that's bachata
Los disparos lo giran, eso es bachata
I stand over niggas and buh, blacka
Me paro sobre los negros y buh, blacka
The king, no, I'm da masa, nigga
El rey, no, soy da masa, negro
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
M8V3N, pandilla M8V3N
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
Disparador, disparador (¿no ves ningún Suburban, quién está girando?)
That's shoota gang, shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
Esa es la pandilla del disparador, pandilla del disparador-pandilla-pandilla-pandilla
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
(¿No ves ningún Suburban, quién está girando?)
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
M8V3N, pandilla M8V3N
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
Disparador, disparador (¿no ves ningún Suburban, quién está girando?)
That's shoota gang (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
Esa es la pandilla del disparador (¿no ves ningún Suburban, quién está girando?)
Shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
Pandilla del disparador-pandilla-pandilla-pandilla
Shoota gang-gang-gang
Pandilla del disparador-pandilla-pandilla
Bang, bang, load it the bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, cárgalo el bang, bang, bang
Gang, gang
Pandilla, pandilla
I need to hear that again
Necesito escuchar eso de nuevo
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Shoot with the gang, gang, gang
Tire avec le gang, gang, gang
Load it, then bang, bang, bang
Charge-le, puis bang, bang, bang
Bang, gang, gang
Bang, gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Great John on the beat by the way)
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Great John à la prod au fait)
Look, huh
Regarde, hein
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
Les mecs disent, "Sheff, tu bouges trop chaud
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
Tu n'as rien à prouver, tu es le roi de ce truc"
'Member days postin' the .30s inside of the Glock?
Tu te souviens des jours où tu postais les .30 dans le Glock ?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
J'étais impatient de bouger sur un coup
Niggas be talking real hot for the 'net
Les mecs parlent vraiment chaud pour le 'net
But they see me in person, they all on my dick
Mais ils me voient en personne, ils sont tous sur ma bite
I got they hearts in my pocket, no bully
J'ai leurs cœurs dans ma poche, pas de brute
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
Mais je pourrais être en train d'intimider un tas de merde
Look, push me to the limit
Regarde, pousse-moi à la limite
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Voyons qui veut vraiment l'obtenir, d'accord
Push me to the limit
Pousse-moi à la limite
And let's see who really, really with it
Et voyons qui est vraiment, vraiment avec ça
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Je ne vois pas de Suburbans, qui tourne ?
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Them niggas is lyin')
(Je ne vois pas de Suburbans, qui tourne ? Ces mecs mentent)
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Je ne vois pas de Suburbans, qui tourne ?
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look
Je ne vois pas de Suburbans, qui tourne ? Regarde
He got a black flag, nigga, take it off
Il a un drapeau noir, mec, enlève-le
You get shot down if you play his songs
Tu te fais descendre si tu joues ses chansons
I keep a Glock 'round, I would let it off
Je garde un Glock à portée de main, je le laisserais partir
This a diss track, this is not a song
C'est un diss track, ce n'est pas une chanson
I got 'em thinkin' its voodoo
Je les fais penser que c'est du vaudou
I'ma King Corso you poodles
Je suis un King Corso pour vous caniches
I been in the field like manure
J'ai été sur le terrain comme du fumier
Can't talk on my name, 'cause I'll prove it
Tu ne peux pas parler sur mon nom, parce que je le prouverai
I'm feelin' like, feelin' like who really want it?
Je me sens comme, je me sens comme qui le veut vraiment ?
You niggas my sons, I ain't feel like abortin' again
Vous êtes mes fils, je n'ai pas envie d'avorter à nouveau
Niggas can't mention no money
Les mecs ne peuvent pas mentionner d'argent
I double the offer and you know it's off with his head
Je double l'offre et tu sais que c'est la fin pour lui
Just pass me the chop, lemme fold 'em
Passe-moi la hache, laisse-moi le plier
Me by myself, I'll do it to you
Moi tout seul, je te le ferai
Run up, get dirt up, on M8V3N
Cours, fais-toi salir, sur M8V3N
Me by myself, I'll give it to you
Moi tout seul, je te le donnerai
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
Les mecs disent, "Sheff, tu bouges trop chaud
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
Tu n'as rien à prouver, tu es le roi de ce truc"
'Member days postin' with .30s inside of the Glock?
Tu te souviens des jours où tu postais les .30 dans le Glock ?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
J'étais impatient de bouger sur un coup
Niggas be talking real hot for the 'net
Les mecs parlent vraiment chaud pour le 'net
But they see me in person, they all on my dick
Mais ils me voient en personne, ils sont tous sur ma bite
I got their hearts in my pocket, no bully
J'ai leurs cœurs dans ma poche, pas de brute
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
Mais je pourrais être en train d'intimider un tas de merde
Look, push me to the limit
Regarde, pousse-moi à la limite
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Voyons qui veut vraiment l'obtenir, d'accord
Push me to the limit
Pousse-moi à la limite
And let's see who really, really with it
Et voyons qui est vraiment, vraiment avec ça
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Je ne vois pas de Suburbans, qui tourne ?
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Them niggas is lyin')
(Je ne vois pas de Suburbans, qui tourne ? Ces mecs mentent)
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Je ne vois pas de Suburbans, qui tourne ?
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look, look
Je ne vois pas de Suburbans, qui tourne ? Regarde, regarde
Lyin' in they raps for the clout
Mentir dans leurs raps pour le buzz
Heard that boy a snitch, fish 'em out
J'ai entendu dire que ce mec est une balance, débusque-le
Boy, I got the wave, you in drought
Mec, j'ai la vague, tu es en sécheresse
Reason why my dick in they mouth
C'est pour ça que ma bite est dans leur bouche
No this ain't dance music, nigga (I buss a bop, I don't dance)
Non, ce n'est pas de la musique pour danser, mec (Je fais un bop, je ne danse pas)
No, this ain't chill music, nigga (I'm tryna drill, I want 'em dead)
Non, ce n'est pas de la musique pour se détendre, mec (Je veux percer, je veux qu'ils soient morts)
Huh, this for the streets, so fuck your say
Hein, c'est pour les rues, alors va te faire foutre
Don't care if this don't get no radio play
Je m'en fous si ça ne passe pas à la radio
Huh, bang on any who play
Hein, je tire sur n'importe qui qui joue
My flow so sick for any who hate, huh
Mon flow est tellement malade pour ceux qui détestent, hein
Oh, you tryna buss matas
Oh, tu essaies de buss matas
Shots spin him, that's bachata
Des coups de feu le font tourner, c'est de la bachata
I stand over niggas and buh, blacka
Je me tiens au-dessus des mecs et buh, blacka
The king, no, I'm da masa, nigga
Le roi, non, je suis da masa, mec
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
Shoota, shoota (je ne vois pas de Suburbans, qui tourne ?)
That's shoota gang, shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
C'est le gang shoota, gang-gang-gang-gang
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
(Je ne vois pas de Suburbans, qui tourne ?)
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
Shoota, shoota (je ne vois pas de Suburbans, qui tourne ?)
That's shoota gang (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
C'est le gang shoota (je ne vois pas de Suburbans, qui tourne ?)
Shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
Gang-gang-gang-gang shoota
Shoota gang-gang-gang
Gang-gang-gang shoota
Bang, bang, load it the bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, charge le bang, bang, bang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
I need to hear that again
J'ai besoin d'entendre ça à nouveau
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Shoot with the gang, gang, gang
Schieß mit der Gang, gang, gang
Load it, then bang, bang, bang
Lade es, dann knall, knall, knall
Bang, gang, gang
Knall, gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Great John on the beat by the way)
Gang, gang, gang, gang (Great John am Beat übrigens)
Look, huh
Schau, huh
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
Niggas wie, „Sheff, du bewegst dich zu heiß
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
Du hast nichts zu beweisen, du bist der König von diesem Scheiß“
'Member days postin' the .30s inside of the Glock?
Erinnerst du dich an die Tage, an denen du die .30er in die Glock gesteckt hast?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
Ich war bereit, einen Coup zu starten
Niggas be talking real hot for the 'net
Niggas reden im Netz echt heiß
But they see me in person, they all on my dick
Aber wenn sie mich persönlich sehen, hängen sie alle an meinem Schwanz
I got they hearts in my pocket, no bully
Ich habe ihre Herzen in meiner Tasche, kein Mobber
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
Aber ich könnte eine ganze Menge Scheiße mobben
Look, push me to the limit
Schau, dräng mich an meine Grenzen
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Lass uns sehen, wer es wirklich will, okay
Push me to the limit
Dräng mich an meine Grenzen
And let's see who really, really with it
Und lass uns sehen, wer wirklich, wirklich dabei ist
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Sehe keine Suburbans, wer dreht sich?
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Them niggas is lyin')
(Sehe keine Suburbans, wer dreht sich? Diese Niggas lügen)
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Sehe keine Suburbans, wer dreht sich?
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look
Sehe keine Suburbans, wer dreht sich? Schau
He got a black flag, nigga, take it off
Er hat eine schwarze Flagge, Nigga, nimm sie ab
You get shot down if you play his songs
Du wirst niedergeschossen, wenn du seine Songs spielst
I keep a Glock 'round, I would let it off
Ich habe eine Glock dabei, ich würde sie abfeuern
This a diss track, this is not a song
Das ist ein Diss-Track, das ist kein Song
I got 'em thinkin' its voodoo
Ich bringe sie dazu zu denken, es ist Voodoo
I'ma King Corso you poodles
Ich bin ein King Corso, ihr Pudel
I been in the field like manure
Ich war auf dem Feld wie Dünger
Can't talk on my name, 'cause I'll prove it
Kann nicht über meinen Namen reden, denn ich werde es beweisen
I'm feelin' like, feelin' like who really want it?
Ich fühle mich wie, fühle mich wie, wer will es wirklich?
You niggas my sons, I ain't feel like abortin' again
Ihr Niggas seid meine Söhne, ich hatte keine Lust, wieder abzutreiben
Niggas can't mention no money
Niggas können kein Geld erwähnen
I double the offer and you know it's off with his head
Ich verdopple das Angebot und du weißt, es geht ihm an den Kragen
Just pass me the chop, lemme fold 'em
Gib mir einfach die Axt, lass mich ihn falten
Me by myself, I'll do it to you
Ich alleine, ich mache es dir
Run up, get dirt up, on M8V3N
Lauf hoch, mach dich dreckig, auf M8V3N
Me by myself, I'll give it to you
Ich alleine, ich gebe es dir
Niggas like, "Sheff, you be movin' too hot
Niggas wie, „Sheff, du bewegst dich zu heiß
You got nothin' to prove, you the king of this shit"
Du hast nichts zu beweisen, du bist der König von diesem Scheiß“
'Member days postin' with .30s inside of the Glock?
Erinnerst du dich an die Tage, an denen du die .30er in die Glock gesteckt hast?
I was itchin' to move on a lick
Ich war bereit, einen Coup zu starten
Niggas be talking real hot for the 'net
Niggas reden im Netz echt heiß
But they see me in person, they all on my dick
Aber wenn sie mich persönlich sehen, hängen sie alle an meinem Schwanz
I got their hearts in my pocket, no bully
Ich habe ihre Herzen in meiner Tasche, kein Mobber
But I could be bullyin' whole lotta shit
Aber ich könnte eine ganze Menge Scheiße mobben
Look, push me to the limit
Schau, dräng mich an meine Grenzen
Let's see who really tryna get it, okay
Lass uns sehen, wer es wirklich will, okay
Push me to the limit
Dräng mich an meine Grenzen
And let's see who really, really with it
Und lass uns sehen, wer wirklich, wirklich dabei ist
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Sehe keine Suburbans, wer dreht sich?
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Them niggas is lyin')
(Sehe keine Suburbans, wer dreht sich? Diese Niggas lügen)
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?
Sehe keine Suburbans, wer dreht sich?
Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'? Look, look
Sehe keine Suburbans, wer dreht sich? Schau, schau
Lyin' in they raps for the clout
Lügen in ihren Raps für den Ruhm
Heard that boy a snitch, fish 'em out
Hörte, dass dieser Junge ein Spitzel ist, fisch ihn raus
Boy, I got the wave, you in drought
Junge, ich habe die Welle, du bist in der Dürre
Reason why my dick in they mouth
Der Grund, warum mein Schwanz in ihrem Mund ist
No this ain't dance music, nigga (I buss a bop, I don't dance)
Nein, das ist keine Tanzmusik, Nigga (Ich knalle einen Bop, ich tanze nicht)
No, this ain't chill music, nigga (I'm tryna drill, I want 'em dead)
Nein, das ist keine Chill-Musik, Nigga (Ich will bohren, ich will sie tot)
Huh, this for the streets, so fuck your say
Huh, das ist für die Straßen, also fick deine Meinung
Don't care if this don't get no radio play
Ist mir egal, wenn das kein Radio-Play bekommt
Huh, bang on any who play
Huh, knalle auf jeden, der spielt
My flow so sick for any who hate, huh
Mein Flow ist so krank für jeden, der hasst, huh
Oh, you tryna buss matas
Oh, du versuchst, Matas zu knallen
Shots spin him, that's bachata
Schüsse drehen ihn, das ist Bachata
I stand over niggas and buh, blacka
Ich stehe über Niggas und buh, blacka
The king, no, I'm da masa, nigga
Der König, nein, ich bin da masa, Nigga
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
M8V3N, M8V3N Gang
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
Shoota, Shoota (sehe keine Suburbans, wer dreht sich?)
That's shoota gang, shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
Das ist Shoota Gang, Shoota Gang-Gang-Gang-Gang
(Don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
(Sehe keine Suburbans, wer dreht sich?)
M8V3N, M8V3N gang
M8V3N, M8V3N Gang
Shoota, shoota (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
Shoota, Shoota (sehe keine Suburbans, wer dreht sich?)
That's shoota gang (don't see no Suburbans, who spinnin'?)
Das ist Shoota Gang (sehe keine Suburbans, wer dreht sich?)
Shoota gang-gang-gang-gang
Shoota Gang-Gang-Gang-Gang
Shoota gang-gang-gang
Shoota Gang-Gang-Gang
Bang, bang, load it the bang, bang, bang
Knall, knall, lade den Knall, Knall, Knall
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
I need to hear that again
Ich muss das nochmal hören