Hitman & Jet 2 - Post Plain Target [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yeah. Aye Hitman just got a soundcloud
I got my nigga Jet in here with me, man
We on that post plain target shit

[Verse 1]
I'm on that post plain target
Aiming at that ass like bitches shopping at Target
Eat that pussy up and take that ass right off the market
Yeah, she'll never wanna depart with
(Hitman)
Hitman beat it up, shit get loud sound like we arguing
Hotter than myself, baby we speaking in arsonist
My arsenal, bitches in my account depositing
That's a Wrekless turn up, we living with no consequence
All on my InstaGram, girl don't make it obvious
That we sexing each other until we losing consciousness
I should've never got her started, ain't no stopping us
But there will be no cuffing 'round here, ain't no cop in us
In God we trust, but there's no one hot as us
Real recognize real, you look like a lie to us
Fake hanging with the fake, fake niggas hate
That's yo' chick? Watch her leave the club look like she got raped
No disrespect, just wanna cake like it's my birthday
She basically wet because I'm thirsty
First thing, I'mma get it in, she said don't hurt me
Just work me, last year you were such a jerk to me
Roll up my two swigity swishers
'Bout to run that threesome with a twin and her sister
I'm yo' I'm yo muhh fuckin' mister
Yo muhhfuckin' river
Hitman a muhhfuckin' piffer
Smoking weed, just dropped a freestyle
Cause I ain't got no more write rap in my iPod
Niggas lookin' quite odd
Yeah, oh my muhhfuckin' God
Oh my muhhfuckin' weed in my muhhfuckin' jacket pocket
Finna light that shit up, know I really rocket
Two muhhfuckin' chains, not on my neck
Two muhhfuckin' chains in my CD collection
Yeah, rolling on that
I be rollin' on that molly
Yeah, yo' bitch just popped a molly too
And you know how that gon' end

[Outro]
Hitman nigga
Hitman.. I see you nigga
This shit don't get old
Shout out my crew, nigga Wrekless