Marty Grimes - Shut Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1: Marty Grimes)

KDE On the boards, of course
Marty grimes, truly yours
You only need to know 2 things about me
Im blunt, and Imma get what I want
This another 4 12’s in the trunk
Never try I just naturally stunt
Its in my genes
Its in my veins
I was made for this life
And the chick that Im with know she only babe for the night
Gotta get that right
That’s the first step to this lifestyle
Walkin around worried about the future while I’m out spending everything I got enjoying right now
Rappers say that they fuck with me then cat off
Imma keep it buck fifty that’s they loss
If you think that im stopping you way off
No feature so no need to pay off
Really im sayin this nigga ain't playin
Got the perfect crowd in my corner
And life is one hell of a coach
While emotions got you all on the ropes
I’m out with two bad bitches somewhere on a boat
Dreams of luxury dog, you really gonna wish that you would have fucked with me dog
No need to try and make it up to me dog, the way you hit me up kinda suss to me dog
I see money, that’s motivation
No need to repeat what I’m demonstrating
My head stay in the clouds, with the same crowd
Before a nigga even came out
Before I even brought the chain out
Wonder what they gonna say now
Bitch, im Marty

(Chorus: Marty Grimes)

Imma do me
And you do you
I keep hearing theres real ones left but only a few
Got no real reason to flex, im enjoying my view
But I ain't there yet, and they sayin im next and that gotta be true, yeah that gotta be true
You can't tell me nothing, can't tell me nothing, you can't tell me nothin, can't tell me nothing, can't tell me nothing
And im lookin at the top you better tell them im comin
Better tell them im comin
Bout to hit the ground running
Can't tell me nothin
Can't tell me nothin
Can't tell me nothin
Shut up

(Verse 2: Marty Grimes)

Burn one for the money
Two for the show
Burn 3 to get ready, maybe a 4 for the road
I be wilin out and not givin fucks
Check my email for what to eat for lunch
Swear a guilty conscioune have you actin tough
But to be quite honest you don’t act enough so put the actin up
In a blacked out beamer
With all tinted windows
Rollers lookin in the window
They hella mad on legit though
No they can't stop me, never
The smirk on my face got them kinda jealous
Some old friends hating cause im ridin leather
If you woulda stayed down we could rode together
Chase this did together
Never slackin or getting to comfy
Its time to eat from the sound of my tummy
My shit is growlin so know that im comin
Im playin jenga while stackin my money
Get it and spend it and act like its nothing
I hit it I hit it she think that im drumming
When she get naked she snappin me something
I get it I get it you factory stuntin
And im after market, pushin that kinda whip where you don’t have to park it
Puttin hours for the check, so I had to spark it
You last resortin, im aston martin so foreign
If I'm in an aston martin im floorin
It’s a wrong move to step on these jordans
Bet you I can make you a star if we record it

(Chorus: Marty Grimes)

Imma do me
And you do you
I keep hearing theres real ones left but only a few
Got no real reason to flex, im enjoying my view
But I ain't there yet, and they sayin im next and that gotta be true, yeah that gotta be true
You can't tell me nothing, can't tell me nothing, you can't tell me nothin, can't tell me nothing, can't tell me nothing
And im lookin at the top you better tell them im comin
Better tell them im comin
Bout to hit the ground running
Can't tell me nothin
Can't tell me nothin
Can't tell me nothin
Shut up

Imma do me
Shut up
Shut up
And you do you
Shut up
Shut up
Can't tell me nothing
Shut up
Shut up
Can't tell me nothing