Jakob X Jack The Spitter - Danimals X Lean [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Jack The Spitter]
Graham crackers, grams in the back of the
Maybach, we rented to drive around like we had a damn
Dime, to blow it, mine I own it
Heat, ozone it, melt the fuckers we froze in the beginning
We grinning, open up the wallet, plenty frigid
Nickels glistening, can i get a chicken sandwich fuck this
Plenty pennies, sexting friends when we henny
Amend em in the morning for the minute we getting friendly
With enemies bitches sensing the night'll be ending deadly
But first ima get a slurp and slurp it up on her necky
Plenty of becky's I ain't drunk, give me a sec-y
Section off this group of cattle, the flock of flakas regretting
The night ahead of em, my best friend for a minute
We grinning, open up the door to many ignorant bitches
No more metaphors hit the floor and then we making memories
Lose em in a puff, it's rough being so motherfucking aggressive

[Verse 2: Jakob]
Hesitate to recognize when I'm driving by
Might not have a car but I could give you a ride
Walk around the city like I'm reppin for my pride
Never got a minute for this bitch I wouldn't call mine
Clouds that start a rise, for this shit I'd die
Sadboyz 95 and don't you dare forget the time
And don't forget the fuckin flickr eat bitches half of
Chocolate like I'm munchin on a snickers, 10 times hella sicker
Soul or sofa surfer while you scrolling with your cursor
Checkin up on messages from times I got real close to her
First I started writing shit, writing for the fun of it
Now I'm furthest from success and I gotta thank my pops again
Let alone to die still I never got subjected
On dying for the sake of making sure I'm well forget it
Getting drive bys, working shifts from 9-5
Killing beats in one take, only took me 9 tries\

[Bridge: Jack The Spitter & Jakob]
Money Money Money Money on the mind
Fucking nothing, mamas card they might decline
(started smoking stoges never bought a dime
Gettin 'all this money' yet they never rhyme)

[Hook:]
Danimals and Lean, Danimals and Lean
Danimals and Lean, Danimals and Lean
Danimals and Lean, Danimals and Lean
Let em know we give a fuck about a dream, bitch

[Verse 3:Jack The Spitter]
Danimals and Lean, they sleeping on us
Put my foot in some asses until they open on us
Fuck them openers headline i'm sick of the game
I need some vain shit go with the stain on my crewcut

[Verse 4: Jakob]
Sipping on the coke cans, pack of cigs and black vans
Double cup a tight ass flock away like iran
Spray her like a spray can, never down for fake fans
Get a bitch that bop me while just listening to slow jamz