Destroy Lonely - BLITZ [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus]
Yeah, I got my chains on, fuckin' your bitch
I got some ice on my hands, my ears, my wrist
My shooters don’t know how to miss
Nigga talk down on the gang, then I bang it, bitch
I'm 'bout to blitz, no, I’m not sick
I got some codeine all in my piss
She givin' me head, yeah, and we made a mess and shorty just kept on spittin'
I told her once, yeah, that I'm ready to go, but she wasn't even tryna listen
Walk in the spot, I go straight through the back door, better watch your bitches
Walk in the spot, yeah, go straight in the back door, better watch your back

[Verse]
I can't forget when I was down bad, takin' off on the plug for a bag
I can't forget when I was down bad, it was so much shit I ain’t have
Now I got all this money, I didn’t even need school, I can count it fast
Talkin' ’bout a hundred on hundred on hundred on hundred on hundred, bitch, do the math
Talkin' 'bout a hundred on hundred on hundred on hundred on hundred, bitch, do the math
Talkin' ’bout some money, some money, some money, some money, some money, I'm talkin' 'bout that cash
Talkin' 'bout some bitches, some bitches, some bitches, some bitches, some bitches and they all bad
I'm gettin' richer and richer and richer and richer and richer, bitch, oh, yeah
They hatin' on me 'cause I'm the young nigga that went and got to the bag
Yeah, they wanna be me, huh, they hate that they not, that shit so sad
Yeah, they hate that they hoes tryna just fuck on me and my gang, oh, yeah
Yeah, and they hate that they bitches tryna come kick it with me and the gang, oh, yeah
She spent one day with me, I turned her up and now she famous, yeah
Tryna go put some brand new ice on my chain, it's swingin', bitch, oh, yeah
I'm in a Hellcat whip, I'm huggin' the curb, I'm swingin' this bitch, oh, yeah
Out with the gang, yeah, they so insane, they spinnin' like carousel
Bitch, I'm on fire like kerosene
My boy bang the Five, yeah, he bleed
I was with that fire, yeah, I was really outside, fuck a blue check on IG
I keep some blue strips all on me
I spent twelve hundred on some sneaks
I'm spreadin' the swag like a disease
He smokin' swag, that boy cheap

[Chorus]
Yeah, I got my chains on, fuckin' your bitch
I got some ice on my hands, my ears, my wrist
My shooters don't know how to miss
Nigga talk down on the gang, then I bang it, bitch
I'm 'bout to blitz, no, I'm not sick
I got some codeine all in my piss
She givin' me head, yeah, and we made a mess and shorty just kept on spittin'
I told her once, yeah, that I'm ready to go, but she wasn't even tryna listen
Walk in the spot, I go straight through the back door, better watch your bitches
Walk in the spot, yeah, go straight in the back door, better watch your back