RAHRAH GABOR - WORK (ASAP FERG WORK REMIX) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Hahahahaha
G shit!
Nah, really tho!
For street niggas, my gang niggas
Uh, uh, uh, uh!

[Verse 1]
A lot of niggas die, due to these streets
Fuck niggas lie, all through these beats
I need that GT Maserati wit the butter seats
So be it butter, broc, or skittles bitch I gotta eat
Made money off the birds
ALFRED HITCHCOCK!
Pigeons, chickens, turkeys, parrots, sparrows, peacocks
Got fish scale too, call it Cream lox
We know that cat a pussy, if he don't fuck wit D-Block!

[Bridge]
Steal a nigga purse
Put em in a hearse
Niggas think that I'm coochie, check my credentials first
Been puttin' in work
Get money like church
They call me sweet when they wanna eat me for dessert!

[Verse 2]
A lotta niggas die, due to the homies
Don't let the faggotry fool you fuckboy you do not know me
RAHRAH GABOR
Ganja galore
I can turn your baby father into a sodomore
My niggas on them ercs
Puttin in that twerk
Just let the jooks go as planned and shit won't get berserk
Pretty but gangsta queer
OMAR LITTLE
Keep a bitch to stash my work inside her precious middle
Them niggas poppin' off?
We got that precious metal
Real steel, no dream works, no motion picture
Dutch Master and bong boss
And I don't usually fuck with white boys like law enforcement
Who got that work?
RAHRAH got work
Bands'll make me dance, but a couple racks might make me twerk
Been putting in work
Just finished college nigga
Wordsmith, I rap doobies around these garbage niggas
Peace, peace, to the Gods
Peace to the Earths
Rahrah Gabor, they want more, they know who got that work