A.B. - This Song's Title 5 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Alex Bennett]
Me and Timmy Lang, bringin' pain, Can you feel it though?
12s in that ride, make 'em hide, So we steerin' slow
Don't say you know me, We just laughin' cause you phony
Ya'll bitches you owe me, Ya'll broads take my ways, 'bout that Tony
Let 'em act, let 'em act, only true ones on the map
Puttin' Holbrook on our backs, smackin' ya'll with what you lack
Recognition be like trophies or like plaques, get to brushin'
They want a discussion, trying to lose these crashing repercussions
These punchlines are too deep to swim in
Them flat curves you pitchin', but we heard you bitchin'
Yeah, where we're at they try to be it
They copy, on that Moses shit, they Cntrl-C it

[Verse 2: Timmy Lang]
The night's young, Got champagne bottles that we sippin'
Got playas in the back, burnin' yeah you know they livin'
We throwin' shots around, got the bartender tippin'
Got this new girl, fine thing, always strippin'
And you'll see me at the top of any playlist
ABM be throwin' down, brand new tracks and they flawless
So we burnin' through the game, so fast: just a few hits
To be higher than the storm, so be quiet man, oh shit
Yeah.. I keep 'em scoped out, And I'm heading to the top, You can't see me now
It's just a ride and your boy's got shotgun
Enjoyin' every second of it 'till this shit is done
And just chill, cause that's my true style
So cool feelin' fresher than the fruit aisle
In our city this what all the people talkin' bout
631, Timmy Lang, man it's Deuce out

[Verse 3: Alex]
Deuce to what they talkin', like UNK they walkin' out
Yeah they heard we run the game so they balk with doubt
Boy I'm sorry, but we ain't takin' bluffs
Faggot, your songs ain't dirty but you still need to straighten up