GoldfaceMoneywatch - Drugs & Shit [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Sample]
What is this?
I step out for 10 minutes to get a script, I come back, you tell everybody I'm high?
Look, relax, OK, I didn't tell everybody, I just told Dee, you can trust her, she's not gonna say nothin'
HE IS HIGH, LOOK AT HIM

[GFMW]
I don't try to pronounce my words, cuz I can't really do it no more
I don't speak English forreal

Okay okay yo
YO
[Verse 1: GFMW]
Okay I'm codeine sippin, rollin an trippin
I done ran thru 6 zips of golden teachers bruh
I be stuntin I be ridin around with a pack
Ridin round with them acid tabs and them caps all in a bag
Caps all in a bag, rags over my hands
Bands all in my robbin' jeans, they fallin out my pants
Skates on me but I don't rollerbladin' I be holdin' weight with that goldface that money watch be sangin
Way to smoke a blunt while I'm smokin on a junt [joint]
And I'm smokin when I want cuz I make the world go run
I be makin it do flip [?] when I'm rippin sippin trippin hoe
I'm DJ Beatz Off beat courtesy of pimpin'

[Verse 2: Kat]
So I'm turnin up the 40
Post em up for shawty, [?]
Drunk than a mothafuckin philly turnt up cuz it's a westside party
So i smoke two bags of grass, rolled em back to back, mowed a half a sack, throwed up after that
First time trippin off a whole a half a caps, throne to tap the glass [?], chillin now im chillin
And I Float like acrobats, and I'm high like aeroplanes
Eyes low from cataracts, so I'm off that mary jane
And I'm feelin good, feelin' great, west side of it, where I stay
Home grown grandaddy purp in the yard, that's what I call it, real estate
The green is grassier on my side
I'm smokin on some shit you only seen in high times
All my homies sayin' Kat you fuckin fried bruh
This is your brain on drugs, wipe your mind up

[Verse 3: GFMW]
Ye ain't fried bruh, audio be trippin, but
I done might be, I been le-le-leakin' all them Avatar tabs
RIP Silk Road, I got tabs for the low, dawg, you can hit my phone

AYE HIT MY PHONE
[Verse 4: Kat]
Hit my jack while it's goin' for a low number
I get the packs out fast, call me road runner
Bitch we got it all from dro to molly acid lollypops and drops so shop with us if money's what ya fuckin' talk

[Verse 5: GFMW]
I'm on MDMA
At the CMAs
I be in Tennessee, posted movin' Gs and 8ths
I'm pourin acid on a cop an then watch em cop
Sayin' fuck the drug law then get off my block

[Verse 6: Kat]
Lucy, honey, I'm home, mind spinnin' like a cyclone, fuck it I'm gone
Geeked the fuck up give me no uppers got my mind gone
Screamin' motherfuck the feds
And the tapped iPhone

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