Dreyyz - Overnight [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro talking]

I mean, they talk about drugs, sex, money and guns all the time
Those 4 things all the time
And uhh, I mean, it just fascinates me
Why would you want to brag about being a drug dealer?

[Verse: Dreyyz]

Gun shots serve you, no tennis
You ain't coming back from this shit
This that "Damn he did that"
Dish that number 13 pass
That's double digit dimes every night
I give and go with the pipe
Stroking from the 3 point all night
I'm Reggie Miller with the pinstripes
I don't take breaks like a fixed bike
Want your bitch bike, you could have her
She rode my dick like a paper route
Then I kicked her out like Pam
Bruh, you a spam rapper
Spending cash for exposure and no one's clapping
I'm laughing at 'em
They mad at me
But I can't blame 'em, I'm the man actually
They dancing with the devil
I tango with the teller
Bankroll on et cetera
My bitch looks like Carmen Electra
Electric slide like I'm Raikou
In that 575 like a haiku
Where I'm from niggas die right beside you
& you can't hide or you die too
47 with the 90
That's a drumroll on my entrance
Enter these bands bitch
Pockets so heavy they're draggin', ight
Let me slow dow, cause I know you can't catch 'em all
Maybe if you wished upon a star
But you need like 28 in all
Ah

[Hook: Moe Gutta & Dreyyz]

It's all about them drugs
(You know I lean and drive)
It's all about my plug
(You know I love that ese)
It's all about them packs
(You know I love that weed)
It's all about them racks
Uhaul, FedEx, USPS
I'm just tryna move it, I'm just tryna move it
All white, off-white, purple mixed with the Sprite
I'm just tryna move it, I'm just tryna move it

[Verse: Dreyyz]

Finger fucking figure skaters
Foreign paper, niggas hating on the daily
Talking, saying, waiting, wishing, hoping, praying for my failure
Like I ain't they favorite
I post, they play it
I'm Hakeem off promethazine
They post me up and I lean, then bend my knees
You can't stop the dream
West Pines like Green Bay how the cheese out when them packs play
No rat play, no sacked plays
No Aaron Rodgers in 08
Young Brett Farve and young Bret Hart
Cannon on my arm and I shoot sharp
Young Kasparov how I move smart
Young Nikola when my car starts
I ain't gassing shit, I stay charged
Black car and black card
Smoking on that Death Star, no Vader cough
I'm sipping on that medicine so my drank dark like I'm mixing tar
But I'm mixing hard
All white like my cups are, ain't shy like Cubs are
I'm heavily armed with a couple killers in cop cars
Coming down your block like the neighbors called and it's final warning
The Glock March Madness
The Final Four hit him
Niggas ain't savage
Born ho niggas
Ain't bout action
All for show niggas
Whip it with the right wrist
Riding 'round gettin' it
Dwight at the line
But you probably won't get it bitch

[Hook]