Matty Means - Ride Out [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:

D-day, d-day, stormin' invadin' the game like, d-day
No dolla bills only dimes from BK
Yeah we bring em back like a DJ and replay
Yeah spin it back, Ima hit that
No hoggin' the blunt but cunt let me get dat
She fuckin wit dat, she craves dolla signs
Knows I'm killin' my class, but no columbine

Chorus:
Drop drop, drop top feel da wind
Pass any fake who didn't love back then
Drop drop, drop bands on yo bitch
Mob wit da clique, just hits I don't miss (x2)
Bridge:
Won't die out, so fly now
Won't hideout, we ride out

Verse 2:

No need to cry now, but she will cry out
Like he's so fine now, can he be mine now
Ah shit, in time she will find out
Like a payphone I collect dimes now
Mmm, time me for me ride out
Bend that ass babe, receive it like a wide out
If ya have a tight end, it might end
Scrappy little spitta but I'm feelin' nine ten
Yeah and names gettin bigger
Correlates wits figures and ah the gold diggers
I'm all gold, Trinidad James
Lines so bold, Matty made for the front page


Chorus:
Drop drop, drop top feel the wind
Pass any fake who didn't love back then
Drop drop, drop bands on yo bitch
Mob wit da clique, just hits I don't miss (x2)
We'll never die out, we'll never hideout
We are so fly now, my time to ride out

[Verse 3: Fresh]

Ain't ridin' with us then I make em hideout
Two Two Threes in the buildin' because my teams on a drought
You muthafuckas can shout, you don't know the amount
When I open mouth all bullets come out
Matty plannin' the strategy, causin' a casualty
Charged double A I got arrested for battery
Booze in the glass, I'm just describin' my Saturday
And fuck ya'll who played me
Kill beats like a serial killer on rabies
I coulda worked for cannon, I'm shootin' in HD
Feel like the number one and I just like McGrady
So I don't really care if you pussy boys hate me


Chorus:
Drop drop, drop top feel the wind
Pass any fake who didn't love back then
Drop drop, drop bands on yo bitch
Mob wit da clique, just hits I don't miss (x2)
We'll never die out, we'll never hideout
We are so fly now, my time to ride out


Verse 4:

Pour it then sip it, my heart is ingested
With every track, God flow has blessed it
Spit it don't twist it just grip it and listen
Turn on you speakers like blondies are kissin'
Now now, wow wow
Hear the beat, pow pow
Eight oh eight, wrong
Just my heart beatin in the song