Lord Zannestein & Lil' D - Versace Remix (R.I.P Ajay) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Lord Zannestein]
Versace Versace Ajay hairstyle no one can copy
He getting gassed that he got the S4 but he can't ring me (brrr brrr)
Cus I'm too busy on gta online rolling with moothy (skrrrrt skrrrrt)
Now he stuntin for the snap chat he jizzed in his nappy
His hairline don't rate his hairline don't rate
Man on twitter indirecting his hate
But no one cares cus twitter don't rate
He be ballin in followers but not in the rt's (deeeeeep)
His jokes don't bang they go straight to his drafts

[Verse 2: Lil D]
Uh ok you know who's on the beat now
Hurry up and get the fuck up on your feet now
I think there's some issues that me and my mandem need to speak bout
One min later we'll all be having a tweet row
So this don thinks he's sick but he can't Singh
I guess that's deep
Tell this yute a joke he will start to weep
It's that cheap
I don't give a damn but man
You can't par my fam that's disrespect on a plate and you should know that man
I'm about to go in and deep like a socket
Fly so high you'd think I'm a rocket
My don you have a phone that can't even fit in your pocket
That thing need a suitcase wherever it goes
That shit's even bigger than viddz's nose
So please stop all this bullshit now it's time
I'm thinking of another sentence i can rhyme
This guy needs to stop cause Moothy mandem got the title belt
We are the champions something like Michael phelps
Uh we're on the levels of Kanye West
Good music shit you know that we the best
Man made a stupid decision leaving the group
I'm so stressed I need to take a poop
Moothy mandem we are the dream team
We're more like iMessage but this yutes more like PEEEEM... D!

[Verse 3: Isa]
Need I say more?
You thought u were sick, tryna corn us
We didn't waste a second makin a diss track
Watch us rap this with my willy in your gf's fanny pack
I'll make two sandwiches and go ham on your hairline
If you wanna par me that's fine I keep my dick rapped (like a sweetie)
Got ajay in jail doin bird (no tweety)
I'll take the food of your plate (cos I'm greedy)
Ajay I'll put the metal in ur six pack (leave u leaky)
Next time don't mess with us u know we got it
This time please don't cry it wasn't that bad
Wanna know what's bad come make us mad
Haaaaaaaaaaan