Charles the Ripper - Space Mob [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[VERSE 1: CHARLES THE RIPPER]
Still making onesies out of skin, when I catch these bitches slippin’
Squad up with my homies, our bongs always ripping
Got my girl dripping, 4lokos what we sipping
Round town we be whippin’ and the bombest kush what we gripping
Got the blunt rolled, my mind is kinda psycho
I turn to Mary Jane to feel alright though
Kush ease the pain, I’m about to go insane
Shallow bitches step up your fucking game
Free your brain from the chains, get a grip quick
Tell them haters eat shit, then I lick my girls clit
Snakes slithering in the grass, that ain’t right
So I’m holding on, to my sniper tight
Fuck with the squad, you ain’t too bright
Best believe I’ve been, pushed over the edge
Counting heads, it’s a hit list seeming to trend

[HOOK]
You ain’t really fucking with the space mob
This life just ain’t for you, don’t quit your day job
I pull up, park my whip, fuck your bitch, call me Based God
You ain’t really fucking with the MOB

[VERSE 2: KELL$ KENNEDY]
I told my team let’s get this money, you could say we’re doing a great job
This life just ain’t for everybody, you should keep your day job
Gucci on the belt, bitch. Polo on the shades, dog
Go find yourself kid, you ain’t rolling with the Space Mob
A great god with the music I’m making, they say I’m lyrical
Really though it’s a miracle, like look at me a year ago
Was chilling broke as fuck, just trynna get my paper up
Now bitches hit me up, check my phone, they try to say whatsup
Bitch you fake as fuck, old homies acting too like dude you late as fuck
Still lame as fuck, broke boys asking “can you pay for us?”
Fuck that, get yourself some money, try to save it up
And you ain’t with the mob so shut the fuck up trynna hang with us
I’m chilling with my team, rolling up a blunt
Bad bitch up in my bed, pour some whiskey in my cup
I don’t really give a fuck and my excuse is that I’m young
Hardly ever sober, man fuck that, I told you I’m mobbin’

[HOOK]