Nimbus - Trap Fantasy [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Bridge:
Back in the back of the lac
My mom from the south
And my pops from the trap
He moved out the city
He used to sell pack
Real niggas out-number the niggas with class

Bitch talking slick and we come for that ass
She popping pills and I’m watching her clap
Tell the bartender put that on tab
And if I’m too faded then call me a cab

Verse:
My grandfather was a hustler
Taught me to never ever be a buster
Know a couple niggas selling that custard
Rocking supreme in the cutlass
Camoflauge tees help us blend in
Pray the lord forgive me for my sins
Taking shots like a nigga won’t win
Drink a fif of that juice n gin

Hold fast I’m faded nigga
Jaded looks wearing gold chains
Bitch give me sugar like your neighbor nigga
Yea that bitch is my old thang

One day I’m gonna whip that foreign
Pinky ring on yea thats dolce
First round draft pick I’m balling
So watch me fall back like a fade away

Bridge:
Bitch ass nigga get your muthafucking hands up
Bitch ass nigga get your muthafucking hands up
Bitch ass nigga get your muthafucking hands up
Bitch ass nigga get your muthafucking hands up

Hook:
I ain't here for a lifetime
I’m only here for a nice time