L.B.A. - You Know It's US [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

LBA bitch and you know its us
You smell like shit
And you know you're sus
Drive-by
With a rainbow bus
Breaking bad bitch yeah i'm fuckin' Gus
We about to cook
Bitch wash your hands
My name is couch
I got the most fans
Banana clips
I'll make you shit your pants
*BLAT BLAT*
I'mma shoot a cat
Bitch suck my sack
I'm a white guy
But my dick is black
I'm smoking crack
Eric's a Bitch, and that's a fact

[Verse 2: LORD]

GOING CRAZY , I'M POSTAL
POPTARTS IN MY POCKET
I'LL TOAST YA'
LBA NIGGAS, WE'RE THE MURDEROUS HOUNDS
I'M ON THE THRONE BITCH WITH THE DIAMOND CROWNS
I'm out the window bitch
Screaming fuck you
I tell elementary school kids to sniff glue
And you know what?
LBA be the crew
And I look like shaggy from fucking Scooby Doo


[Verse 3: DJ RAGU]

We don't fuck bitches, We just fuck pretty women
Trying to snort some coke, Like it's our mission
Some people say I am what I eat
Then you should call me pussy
Because I eat Jess Foley's mom like it's a beat
Souring up to the sky, with these Tabs I just shoved up my ass
They are hitting me really quickly like when i fill up my car with some gas
Pop a molly I'm sweating
Some people say I'm straight flexin'
They call me a regular Waka Flocka
Because it's just the shit That I'm reppin'
Equipping my AK47 with a silencer, so I can rob a bank
And I'm gonna' make that cash, so I can buy that dank
My nigga Harrison, on that Battlefield 4
I'm gonna' make that NIGGA, drop to the floor
*BRAT BRAT BRAT BRAT*
Gotta look for the cat
So I can play with pussy and lick the fat
Your bitch is all over my dick
Because I got the greatest in all 7 seas
Some people I'm a philosopher
I call myself a regular Socrates
Because when i hit that weed, I'm coming up with the greatest shit
I'm trynna' to take a shit all over your kitchen table
You better let me fuck your mom over the dreidel
She better be Jewish because I love lockas
I'm about to follow my dreams with a bottle of vodka
Checkers is what i'm reppin' while im rolling through the intersection
You better not catch me when I equip the Smith and Weston
Pop a molly I'm sweatin'
I got your bitches pussy straight flexin'
Dick so big, send your bitch to heaven
Then I blew up her house like 9-11
*BRAT BRAT BRAT*
Oh shit someone just stole my hat !
Now i'm mad, shooting all these niggas in the back
I just raped your baby's mother
And your motha fuckin' cat
Her ass was so fat so I raped her on the wrestling mat
I fucked that bitch, now she has herpies
That's what she gets for suckin' my dick like a blueberry slurpee
You know it's us, makin' that beat wack
We poppin' that pussy, gonna make you rub our sack
P.s eric an infidel
I'm gonna chop off his little Tinkerbells
Makeout with his mom under the mistletoe
She's gonna' suck on my big fat toe

OH !