[Verse 1:] [诗歌1 ： ]

All I hang around is murderers 我只流连是凶手

I'm still runnin with the robbers 我仍然与劫匪飞奔

These dope boys my partners 这些涂料的男孩我的合作伙伴

So you don't want these problems 所以，你不希望这些问题

Squad shit cause I'll have em sleepin in your closet 队狗屎因为我将有时间在你的衣柜里睡觉

Take a hostage, hit you to your hilly like a foxy 以一个人质，你打你的丘陵就像一个狡猾

The niggas that I rock with, don't give a fuck about shit 我用摇滚的黑鬼，不给约他妈的狗屎

They hot shit, they got bricks but act like they ain't got shit 他们热狗屎，他们得到了砖头，但像他们没有得到狗屎

With the logic, no need to cock it, cause I done cock it 有了逻辑，无需公鸡，因为我做了上膛

Grab them chop sticks, stay with the box and 抓住他们砍枝，留在盒子和

I have em boxin, 我有EM博信，

That's fantastic, the pager landed, I'm a do gymnastics 这是梦幻般的，寻呼机降落，我是一个做体操

I'm nasty, I shoot you in your face then close your casket 我急了，我拍你在你的脸上，然后闭上你的棺材

   

[Hook:] [钩： ]

I got a firearm, cook the stove on 我得到了枪支，在煮炉

I'm in the kitchen tryina make him do the high jump 我在厨房里tryina让他做跳高

I'm countin money in my motherfuckin Long John 我报数钱，我娘长的约翰

And I wish a nigga would steal my ball 我想了一个黑人会偷我的球

Get the shotgun, get the chop son 得到猎枪，拿到印章儿子

How you a street nigga? You ain't got no gun 你怎么一个街头黑人？你是不会得到任何枪

You talking shit son, better get one 你说话狗屎儿子，好送一

We ain't shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethin 我们不乱射在空气中，我们tryina击中事端

   

[Verse 2:] [诗2： ]

Lookin at me crazy, wanna hear the song 看着我疯了，想听的歌

Fake rappin ass nigga, make her hit some 假说唱蠢货，让她击出了一些

Talking bout what you done did then sell a brick or some 谈什么事情，你做了没再卖砖或一些

Your bitch ain't got no red bottoms, go and get her some 你的母狗是不会得到任何红裤，去弄她一些

Cut the stove on, let the pot boil 在切炉，让锅内烧开

I'm a hot boy, nigga fuck ya'll 我是一个炎热的男孩，兄弟们他妈的你们大家

Turn it up a notch, ball till I fall 打开了一个缺口，球到我倒下

Street lottery, that mean my money long 街彩票，是不是意味着我的钱长

Still in poverty, with the jack boys 仍然在贫困中，用千斤顶男孩

I got 223's, I got max boy 我有223的，我得到了最大的男孩

Let the dope dry, get your sack boy 让涂料干燥，让你的口袋的男孩

Free band game, and brick squad 免费带游戏，和砖阵容

   

[Hook:] [钩： ]

I got a firearm, cook the stove on 我得到了枪支，在煮炉

I'm in the kitchen tryina make him do the high jump 我在厨房里tryina让他做跳高

I'm countin money in my motherfuckin Long John 我报数钱，我娘长的约翰

And I wish a nigga would steal my ball 我想了一个黑人会偷我的球

Get the shotgun, get the chop son 得到猎枪，拿到印章儿子

How you a street nigga? You ain't got no gun 你怎么一个街头黑人？你是不会得到任何枪

You talking shit son, better get one 你说话狗屎儿子，好送一

We ain't shootin in the air, we tryina hit somethin 我们不乱射在空气中，我们tryina击中事端