Freck Billionaire - Mr. Handsdown [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Freck Billionaire]

They call me mr. Bar-for-bar slash mr. Handsdown
I rep West Philly, the Bottom to Lansdowne
Where they catch bodies, and I do mean plural
Candles, teddy bears, they will put you on a mural
Keep the vest on your chest, and I hope it protect ya
When them red lights is on you, like motion detectors
I ain’t with the bullshit, yes, I stay strapped
And I’ll lose it, like a needle, in a hay stack
It’s nothing to send the shooters to your Benz
Wig shot make you crash like
Luda and Larenz
He was getting outta hand, I show you how to handle it
R.I.P. he be Rip like Hamilton
Smooth getaway when they see the Lamb’ spin
I mean literally, the seats made of lamb skin
You know I hurt the interior
Louis seat belts, I’m stunting inferior
New coupe, cleanest shit they eyes seen
Cause nothing, I got drops like Byzene
You still driving shit from last year
I got the ’09 Lamb’ in last year
And the cops ain’t quirk the car yet
They wanna give me big ticket like Garnett
This ain’t even fair, it’s like I am cheating
I blow mad money like Diana Keaton
I’m known to leave the mall with a lot of bags
Louis V, Gucci shit, man I got it bad
And this is my style, part’, I gotta brag
All I do is fucking cop, like I got a badge
I’m in the club with the new blingers
Got the bad bitches snapping like two fingers
It’s evident, they can tell, I’m forever paid
Gucci gators, fresh out the Everglades
I walk around with a scrilla on
7,000 square feet, that’s the villa home
The bitches ask ”How are you?”
Waterfront, in claves, in the Malibu
And you should see their face
When I tell ’em have a look at the stair case
Perfect spiral like a Tom Brady
Touch down
You need a 100 yards, if you tryna touch pounds
One thing about me, they know I talk the bank
They know I’m yacht status, bitches wanna walk the plank
I walk around with a treasure on
West Philly, all I do is get my measure on
I got the slow juice at the water house
In this game, the stakes/steaks is high like Border House
I’m wise, that’s why I move counterclock
This one is for all the marbles like my counter tops
And if you see me with a bimbo
Then you know, I’m tryna slice like Kimbo
After that, I be tryna feel her buddy ass
She was gonna stand by like a buddy pass
They know I only roll with bosses
Blow kush, presidential like the Oval Office