Lil Mister - War [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse]
Late night in the traphouse, yeah im cooking up glo white
Yeah my fans gotta serve em white, these niggas sweet, my appetite
Yeah I'm buzzing I'm taking flight, yo bitch on me wanna get on Skype
I fucked her good just for one night, smoking dope feeling like a hype
Shoot the seven, no shooting dice, run up wrong you can loose your life
We keep pistols, we keep pipes
My money dumb I like I flumped twice
And Im bout to change height, fuck niggas they act hard
But these niggas really fraud, run up on em let the gat spark
Niggas, ain't know nothing, let me tell you something
Duffle bag, full of hundreds, Montana stunting
Keep fo's, kickstand, leanin like I'm ?
Niggas broke, they talking shit, tell em give some
Niggas say fuck JoJo, we pull up let guns blow
Niggas smoke that gun sho', we pull up get gun smoke
Kill a nigga tell em romino, smoking dope smoking by the O
Bad bitch wanna give me dome, I'm pourin lean till I overdose
Thots on a nigga call it dominos, get money and they ever long
Birds wrapped up on the boat, niggas flexing yeah they show poles
Pull up, hop out, see a opp and let my shorties blow
Fuck a thot and tell her adios, eat me up like a sloppy Joe
Montana guwop, niggas be hatng they fu need to stop
I'm married to gwuap, chasing that cheddar, keep my Beretta
Thirty or better, we giving you shells, them shells they gone get you
Hollow tips to a stretcher, running a train on your bitch like a metro
Balling on these niggas, I don't even hoop
Shooting shots, bitch I'm shooting thirty two
Bitch I'm Montana I can take your boo
Finesse her out her panties, send her back to you
Niggas got me fucked up, see me out with my gun tucked
Fuck nigga I ain't for nun, run up Imma blow the gun
Man down, red tape, body bag, leave a nigga slumped
Smoking dope fuck up my lungs, from a thot I just want the tongue
Keep two guns on me, Rambo, shoot chopper, still got ammo
New Glock it better not jam no, do hits get out that jam tho
Balling they hackin, niggas be acting , break em to fraction
That 50 my ratchet, shoot a big nigga we leave him in casket
Stretch em elastic, we whipping the work, we whip it in plastic
Flipping, gymnastics, bodies be dropping they calling it magic
Pull up we shoot, shooting the chopper the clips you can have it
Young nigga I ball, I'm flexing finessing, ball like the Mavericks