BENJI BAND$ - For Me [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

SQUAD! BENJI!
Just hit a lick so i got it for the cheap. Bands! Packs!

(Hook)
Just hit a lick so i got it for the cheap
Flippin packs for them racks like the work on trampolines
All black northface with the mask I do not ski
Pull up late night, goons aimin with them beams
Mini fridge filled with actavis cause I love that lean
Gold grillin countin cash while yo bitch keep toppin me
Smokin kush, break the seal pour a 6 up just for me
For the love of the money can't stop thumpin through them G's

(1st Verse)
Sippin on syrup, fuck liquor ill throw up and you know im thumbin through G's
Got pills, got lean, got weed but you a fuck boi so im chargin tax fees
And your bitch on me but i just want the top, if not that bitch gotta leave
Pour a 4 in the liter, turn yo bitch to an eater, dont trip got the heater on me
Gotta beam on the Glock, got it aimed for your top, shootin 30s with bapes on my feet
Dont fuck with them opps, im in the trap spot, split the work up with the whole team
And I got the block hot, robbed my plug for the drop, and served that to the dope feins
Smoke kush to the top, talkin cash like stocks so I had to put gold on my teeth
500 for my belt, 400 for my cup, I dont smoke joints got an eight in the blunt
You a dumb nigga if ya blunts ain't stuffed, you a dumb nigga if ya money ain't up
Flexin with the squad we all in the cut, got hash in the pen, got keef in the blunt
Smokin out the pound bad hoes in the cut, then we kick them hoes out good brain was enough
You ain't trappin nigga just stop with the bluff, if you holdin that work get robbed for ya stuff
Alley oop the pack Chase go for the dunk, sippin drank in the jag got OZs in the trunk
Got these niggas mad but ion give a fuck, put some money on ya head if you tryna get tough
When them shooter blast you niggas betta run, see me with a mask you nigga betta duck

(Hook)
Just hit a lick so i got it for the cheap
Flippin packs for them racks like the work on trampolines
All black northface with the mask I do not ski
Pull up late night, goons aimin with them beams
Mini fridge filled with actavis cause I love that lean
Gold grillin countin cash while yo bitch keep toppin me
Smokin kush, break the seal pour a 6 up just for me
For the love of the money can't stop thumpin through them G's

(2nd Verse)
In that foreign thang just switchin lanes, two bad hoes tryna give me face
At the same time so im switchin brains, these foreign hoes i dont know their name
New plug legit, old plug a stain, pulled out the mask robbed him for his caine
You dont want beef just stay in ya lane, you know broski in the cut and he insane
Louis duffle bag filled up with bank, and a QP so you know it stank
Body bag cash with a bitch from Spain, seein dead presidents through my versace frames
Pour up in the sprite when im sippin drank, passin gas like fiber we just smokin stank
G Pen no lighter got hash in vapes, got your bitch in the kitchen she whippin yay
Pourin up 4s with a mouth full of gold, fuck with my money and you know im gone blow
Shooters pull up now your car need a tow, niggas got to clappin put tags on your toe
Countin this doe while this bitch give me throat, she just like the dro she from the west coast
And her bitch bad just got off that boat, with tatts that show she be rollin my dope

(Hook)