Callon B - Fresh Rillo [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Callon B]

Ay, who here got a fresh rillo?
Talking Good Times, where the Zig Zags?
I'm a White Owl, with a six pack
Go ahead and split that, if you mention weed then you mention me
Bet I crack a chick like a Swisher Suit
So we burnt out, know we turnt up
I'm yo favorite rapper you ain't ever heard of
I ain't ever heard much, when you spit rhymes
Claiming y'all dope, and I don't even get high
All y'all weak as reggie, loud pack got me edgy
We rollin up confetti, dabs just make me sweaty
But I'm willing more than ready homie twirl it like spaghetti
Grab a brew up out the Yetti, all my JunkieZ going veggie
You ain't on my level facing Backwoods on a back road
That good on a citation, fuck jail I passed go
Elevated head change, vacays when I'm at home
Universe in my eyes hoe, see it through these black holes

[Chorus: Callon B]

I gets high, all my homies ditto, turnt up bet we never hit a pillow
Sippin Amaretto, breaking down the willow
Ay, and if you go to the store, I need a fresh rillo

(Pablo Pacino) - Rillo, Rillo, Rillo

Get me a fresh rillo

(Pablo Pacino) - Rillo, Rillo, Rillo

Pick up a fresh rillo
The smoke billow, give me brain she a sicko
Uh, when the beat drop buss it like a fresh rillo

[Verse 2: Pablo Pacino]

I need a thrax pack, I'm gonna tax that
Garcia Vegaaaaa you can't match that
You smoking reggie bush, I'm smokin hella kush
You buying 8 piece, I'm copin OZ's
The like Tov please, can we hit ya blunt?
I'm like no niggaaaa, you can't smoke with us
This is what I'm on every day, getting paid catching plays and I'm blowing on haze
My white boy get it in the mail from LA
Big Pablo baby blown smoke in ya face
They better cool down before I catch me a case
I take a L out the pound blow it straight to the brain
They smoking mid grade but I can't complain
Said they smoking mid grade but I can't complain
If you hit the store I'ma tell you what I need
A fresh rillo and something to drank hahhh

[Chorus: Callon B]

[Verse 3: Callon B]

Callon B a known stoner ain't a stone colder, hit your home and leave a dro odor I'm a home owner
Off my real estate, GYB home of where the realist stay
All of y'all are sleeping I'ma throw away your pillow case
Ridin in the car, pine in the jar
Mind in the stars, Mayan Cigars
This is the highest that I've been by far and I'm always high when I'm writing a bar
So light up the cannabis, take a puff and hand her it
People say it's bad, but really I don't care a bit
Spitting straight forward but a walking panoramic flick
Mixing highs and lows I don't know how the fuck I'm managing
DWA, the weeds probably laced
Reality is faint but I'm often awake
Wavy muhfucka, so lost in the wake
They wanted a hit so I brought in the bass

[Chorus: Callon B]