D The Flyest - Fugazi [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: D The Flyest]
Yeah, it's the flyest in the city and I'm about to take off
And I'm about to take off
It's the flyest in the city and I'm about to take off
And I'm about to take off
It's the flyest in the city and I'm about to take off
And I'm about to take off
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Hook: D The Flyest]
Cartier shades on too don't do fugazi
Designer all on my drip and I ain't basic
My bitch she act boujee, don't do no lame shit
Shoebox money, we stack it don't do no banking
It's getting wicked in the city, bring the fire out
I've got no feelings, I been a sinner since a damn child
I tote them semis, I tote them glizzys, that's what I'm about
I know the liquor fuck up my liver, still gon' pour it up, yeah

[Verse 1: D The Flyest]
I got some bad habits that I can't break
Been drinkin up everyday for like six months straight
Ain't no minimum wage
Taking risks every day
EK up in the cage we don't get no breaks
Sometimes I get tired of the life that I live
Gotta keep a pistol on me
Gotta watch out through the rear
S550 tinted sliding through, looking really fierce
And my homie take 'em perkies and his arms still itch
Just the life that we live in the jungle
Goin' hard every day another rumble
Clip long 'bout the size of Mutombo
Run with that pack I could never fumble
If you want a problem I'ma let them hunt you
Dracos and you know we got them drums too
Freak hoes, that's the bitches that we run through
You a snake I could never really trust you

[Bridge: D The Flyest]
Cartier frames keep the shade away from me
Been up for three days let the codeine rain on me
Tryna get away, get up all this pain off me
I'm in a war zone always got that thang on me
Cartier frames keep the shade away from me
Been up for three days let the codeine rain on me
I'm tryna get away, get up all this pain off me
I'm in a war zone gotta keep that thang on me

[Hook: D The Flyest]
Cartier shades on too don't do fugazi
Designer all on my drip and I ain't basic
My bitch she act boujee, don't do no lame shit
Shoebox money, we stack it don't do no banking
It's getting wicked in the city, bring the fire out
I've got no feelings, I been a sinner since a damn child
I tote them semis, I tote them glizzys, that's what I'm about
I know the liquor fuck up my liver, still gon' pour it up yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Still sippin' on that syrup
Police ride by and we still flick 'em birds
Glock 17, whenever I'm on the curb
If the opp push up on 'em, we gotta handle the business
Free Lil Jack and Dee, they got caught up on some bullshit
Bad bitch trippin', forgettin' that I don't need her
Vac seal bags, but they will never see the freezer
S65 all mine, no leaser
4 by 4 too tall, they can't keep up
They watching me hard on the squad tryna peep us
They try to lock me down in a cage until my leash broke
If ever I should fall off, guarantee you I won't be broke
Cops stay calm even though I'm a felon
Even at the top spot I still ain't doing no tellin'
Tryna take my dawgs farther, ain't gotta listen, I tell 'em
Plug know I'm going hard if you send them, I gotta sell 'em

[Hook: D The Flyest]
Cartier shades on too don't do fugazi
Designer all on my drip and I ain't basic
My bitch she act boujee, don't do no lame shit
Shoebox money, we stack it don't do no banking
It's getting wicked in the city, bring the fire out
I've got no feelings, I been a sinner since a damn child
I talk them semis, I talk them glizzys, that's what I'm about
I know the liquor fuck up my liver, still gon' pour it up yeah