Lil Amp - In Squad We Trust [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook:]
In Squad We Trust (x2)
In the system no just
(So) In Squad We Trust (x2)
In streets, fuckin no love
(So) In Squad We Trust (x4)




[Verse 1:]
In the club, only with two niggas
One's in heaven, but I know he's with us
Got them drugs and got that liquor
Hangin with thugs and they all proven killers
Never had nothing so tryin make them figures
I'll do anything because we're already sinners
No cope outs in my squad, ain't got no quitters
Spread them legs open, eat that bitch like a cold dinner
Thats that cold pizza, that Michelangelo
On the low, having sex with your damn hoe
She a freak, she like to do it on the floor
My girl can steal your bitch, really no shit
And she not even tryin, brain such a science
Moaning and groaning, she know she can't be quiet
No fucks given file, squad only spit fire
I already got murderers, don't need hitmen hired
This gang, label shit so fuckin serious, don't get fired
Always on the go, on point, we don't get tired
She my girl, on the pole, I just stare and admire
Rolling down the street never seem to tire
Don't gotta ask cause she already know I desire





[Hook:]





[Verse 2:]
Two bitches kissing in the backseat
And we all drunk, so we all in a taxi
And they breathing hard like they just ran a trackmeet
And I think they both suppose to be fuckin athletes
I think they sisters and they together such a bad team
Squad like Double AMG, we not bad a bad team
Money I need, want that's not a bad greed, right?
So I'm different, knock it out the park, Shawn Green
Fuck all these groupies, turns out they all Billie Jean
Sleep with the enemy, no replacement believe me
I'm a playa again Micheal Jordan number 23
Everytime we come around, they try to hold us down
Look at Gates offered Thugger 18 mil not to make a sound
Squad come for ya and not spare a motherfuckin round
They want us not to succeed, they hold us on the ground
Squad up, we goin do this shit like Liberty City
Don't pull up in my hood unless you got a damn fifty
Nigga was talkin but he still ain't never hit me
With my .38 I'll never miss, nine on my back Rondo assist
Salad in my pocket but 30 on my wrist, no math quiz, I'm rich
My squad will be on your fuckin ass, so think about your kids



[Outro:]
LA Four Hundred!!!! Bitch, its Double A, M, G Bitch!!!!
Shoutout to the 904, Fuck you mean, Westside!!!!