City Morgue - Boof Pack 2 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: SosMula]
Mula!
Bitch I love to pop the swammy (Blaow)
Like we fuckin' pop a xanny (Rrah)
See the coupes is cotton candy (Skrr)
Bitches see me, drop they panties (Slide)
Fuck these niggas, they's not loyal (Fuck outta here)
Shoot broad day, with the [?]
Let it rain, whole hundred shots on you (Blaow)
Got a banger and I leave it when the cops on you (Blaow)
Heard about you, a little cop caller (Bitch)
Look little bitch, I'm a Makk Baller (MBF)
Left wrist cookin, the pot boil (Work)
Cook it all down to the hot oil (Work)
I serve them fiends on the regular (Work)
Pints of the lean I'ma measure 'em (Work)
Loaded sixteen in the Heckler (Blaow)
Red beams hit your chest like the Predator (Mula)

[Verse 2: ZillaKami]
Aye, you don't know about where I'm from (Wassup?)
You don't know about where I be (Wassup?)
You don't know about cold nights, with the [?] on, like [?] (Okay)
You don't know about keepin' it G (Wassup?)
You don't know about lacin' no weed (Wassup?)
You don't know about Godzilla, bitch top splitter, it's young 13 (Okay)
Clip, with that stick, pussies they run up whenever he [?]
Let it rip, with that grip, pussies they run up and they get flipped
Oh, y'all just talkin' shit, boy (Okay)
Banger on my hip, boy (Okay)
This AK hold sixty (Wassup?)
Nigga you is Bixty