Pretty Tony & 4TM Fru - Rod [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: 4TM Fru]
Fucking with my clique and you get robbed
Shit I’m chillin' with yo bitch and she a thot
Don’t make me pop the trunk to get my rod
I ain’t worried 'bout no niggas, got my rod
Fucking with my clique and you get robbed
Shit I’m chillin' with yo bitch and she a thot
Don’t make me pop the trunk to get my rod
I ain’t worried 'bout no niggas, got my rod

[Verse 1: 4TM Fru]
I never did a jost, but I ain’t tryna go
But I done robbed some niggas of some weight and moved all kind of dope
But yet these niggas still talking gangster, fuck you lyin' for?like tryin range with bangers
Pistols slangin at the counter [?]
I’m most around them Scotland babies
Bitch you know I’m from that O
Catch a nigga slippin' and relapse, I did that for the four
I still ain’t on my shit, but on my shit mine
Who I’m grinding for
Bodies losing patience so it’s time to score
Fuck who flexing, hold my bitch down
And it’s fuck my exes up
Bro with it then it’s hectic
Bitch you better not disrespect me
Catch it or I’ll intercept it, light up a nigga section
Your girl in love with our music but get more dick than blessings

[Hook: 4TM Fru]
Fucking with my clique and you get robbed
Shit I’m chillin' with yo bitch and she a thot
Don’t make me pop the trunk to get my rod
I ain’t worried 'bout no niggas, got my rod
Fucking with my clique and you get robbed
Shit I’m chillin' with yo bitch and she a thot
Don’t make me pop the trunk to get my rod
I ain’t worried 'bout no niggas, got my rod

[Verse 2: Pretty Tony]
I just be thuggin and shit
I just be thuggin and shit
Me and my brother and shit
We came out the gutter and shit
We got different mother and shit
But that’s still my brother and shit
Yeah I’m talkin' bout jit
Stack the profit don’t switch
We just tryna get rich
So we stay with a gat
When we servin this pack
Nigga might try to jack
Can’t let that happen
Click clack get back
Stay real spit facts
Stay silent don’t rat
Always keep it trill
100 to a mill
Kick game stay ill
Stay smoking on the ill
I don’t know what it is
Niggas won’t keep it real
So I stay with my steel
I gotta keep it for real

[Hook: 4TM Fru]
Fucking with my clique and you get robbed
Shit I’m chillin' with yo bitch and she a thot
Don’t make me pop the trunk to get my rod
I ain’t worried 'bout no niggas, got my rod
Fucking with my clique and you get robbed
Shit I’m chillin' with yo bitch and she a thot
Don’t make me pop the trunk to get my rod
I ain’t worried 'bout no niggas, got my rod

[Verse 3: NBA Youngboy]
So when it rolls we gon pull up in two cars, just like the mop, we pulled up strapped up with them rods, I be with them hittas, got lil joe up in da car, nigga play gon knock em off then shoot back to br, in the studio with 4TM, we in this bitch going hard, you can catch me with my gang, fuck you and yo squad, shit how far would you go, cause with this beef shit I’ll go far, if we catch em no we don’t spam, we gon burn him in his bars, if we spot em then we got em yeah, ain’t no running from them choppas yeah, hop out the whip and chase him down, then put a nigga under yeah (x2)

[Hook: 4TM Fru]
Fucking with my clique and you get robbed
Shit I’m chillin' with yo bitch and she a thot
Don’t make me pop the trunk to get my rod
I ain’t worried 'bout no niggas, got my rod
Fucking with my clique and you get robbed
Shit I’m chillin' with yo bitch and she a thot
Don’t make me pop the trunk to get my rod
I ain’t worried 'bout no niggas, got my rod

[Hook: 4TM Fru]
Fucking with my clique and you get robbed
Shit I’m chillin' with yo bitch and she a thot
Don’t make me pop the trunk to get my rod
I ain’t worried 'bout no niggas, got my rod
Fucking with my clique and you get robbed
Shit I’m chillin' with yo bitch and she a thot
Don’t make me pop the trunk to get my rod
I ain’t worried 'bout no niggas, got my rod