Big Flock - Outro (Verse 1 Only) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

"Big Flock, Trill Family, Thraxxx Gang Bitch"

[Hook]
G, that is his name
If he can't hang, he's got to get out the game (3x)

[Verse 1: Big Flock]
I don't fuck with a whole rack of niggas man I only fuck with my ken folk
I don't fuck with no dumb bitches god damn I hate me a bimbo
I don't fuck shell toes I let shells go on my timbos
I hate me an ole' bluffing nigga always talking dumb like his chin broke
Niggas know they ain't real if they out here stunting while their friends broke
'Been smoking on so much girl scouts got me knocked out like its Kimbo
You better watch what these hoes say cuz' they'll let you know who out getting dough
You better watch what your mouth say cuz' my clips long and they slim though
Bitches love that denim swag their favorite jeans is them Rugbys
And I don't really like a rack of shit but my favorite thing is just money
A nigga all on his cool shit cuz' the rest of y'all on some dork shit
I smoke untill my lungs die cuz' I'm all high off this cork shit
Niggas BFF pigs but I can't get down with this pork shit
Niggas out here spooning bitches but I hit the hoes cuz' I fork shit
Everytime I hit the pack I get higher and higher like a forklift
Im about to burn a lil' nigga up cuz' it's a fire-fire cuz' it's scorch shit
Niggas need extra mustard for my Benihana delight
If you want to beef today with me, then we'll end the drama tonight
Wild nigga with tattoos, aiming shots at your pack mule
I know you know what that gat do, make a fast move you a damn fool -
He can't hang where I hang, yea he can't bang with my gang
My gang be banging them things, aiming them things at your brain
Since I've been popping them pills I ain't been acting the same
Since I've been holding them steels I can't stop clapping them things
My niggas came with a full clip, hundred drum full of pool sticks
Lil' Chris pull in an Audi with four hoes in the cool whip
Snitch niggas are bullshit, trill niggas im cool with
Ho bitches don't like, i'll pull your cards like im dueling
All my niggas be wildin' guns gone' handle our problems
And your wifey a dumb bitch I cut her off cuz' she childish
All my shooters the finest, they come around-around eightish
And I pull out the stainless it's gone' be quick and painless
Mac Dre the insanist, turn your brain to a danish
And your bitch be to brainless she really think my dick famous
I don't like her that much, and I don't call her no more
And all these pistols keep banging just like the pigs at the door

[Hook]
G, that is his name
If he can't hang, he's got to get out the game (2x)

[Verse 2: Big Flock] {LATER}