A.ReeveZ - Killed The Hook [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: A.ReeveZ]
Yeah, okay
Y.T.N
Yeah, yeah
So I wrote this hook
And then I wrote the verse and uh
The verse kept going nigga
It killed the hook nigga I said yo...

[Verse 1: A.ReeveZ]
Holding the tone in the glove compartment
Only bring it out when a nigga wanna start shit
Or I'm getting weed from a nigga I ain't never copped with
Fresher than you niggas all are
Check myself out nigga, Wal-Mart
Sex on the couch with your ex and your spouse
These hoes cheating nigga, false start
Fuck the cops and the government tryna take my prints, no Cyhi
Hollywood made up events, I swear this shit so Sci-Fi
Paper trails, you can trace this dick, what you niggas want me or something?
Better make it quick 'fore I get a hundred Bil and buy small country or something
Getting rich on my Franklin shit, riding round with my Asian chick
Southside but yo side of town is my favorite place to get paper bitch
Nigga run that stack then run that pack
Fuck is this Lo?
Nah nigga 4/20 just passed where the motherfucking good weed at?
Pick up where I left off, letting niggas know I'm the best out
Gone stick ya chest out if you wanna test me
Let me know nigga I'll gone head text Cross
Dropping bombs in the Yo every time I decide to reload
I be telling motherfuckers take cover cuz I'm bout to explode
Better cover yo grill like I mouth full of golds
I'ma ignorant nigga
When it come to getting scrilla shit I'm hunting for a million or better
I will never hesitate if I got money in my face
I will never take a break cuz I ain't running in yo race
I'm a Cleveland nigga, G'z in the street they will leave you bleeding nigga
Talking bout E.C to the Heights, keep that snow like Jeezy nigga
From East 99th to 116th, all I gotta do is tell them niggas that I got beef
They won't get no sleep til they see you niggas slippin' in the street
And they creep nigga T.L.C
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They won't get no sleep til they see you niggas slippin' in the street
And they creep nigga T.L.C
I'm a beast and my leash done came up missing
Plate full of rappers I'll feast on a rapper
Don't believe me?
Put me on a feature bet I make a nigga sound like Chief Keef on the record
I guess these niggas don't like to admit you the best til you on
Then they all on ya nuts like they always thought your songs was the hardest
Yall niggas need to go home
Getting dome while I'm on the phone talking bout Mils
Rich nigga shit and yo pockets on chill
Dog I'm for real, fuck with the money, get touched, we ain't coppin' no feels
Trippy right? Young businessman living that hippy life
Cigars and weed fill em up, R.I.P I just killed my hook

[Outro]