Reekz MB - Lock Orff [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]

Ay yo, listen here Bey. You come at the king, you best not miss


[Chorus: Reekz MB]

Come with your scram, come with your whopper
Better have sweets, and it better be proper
Said he got grub, said he a shotter
And if the price ain't right for a blocka, everything lock orff
Come with your scram, come with your whopper
Better have teeth, and it better be proper
Said he got grub, said he a shotter
But if the price ain't right for a blocka, everything lock orff

[Bridge: SDG]

I know hyenas that ride with ninas, that have to kill for that cocaina
I used to link the Albenians but my new connect is from Argentina
The block is hot like jalapeñas, take a lot of steps like a caterpillar
If I catch you, when you're lacking, with that coco, I'm a happy nigga

[Verse 1: Reekz MB]

First off Imma kick man's face in
Anytime we meet on the pavement
Roads know what he did in the statement
Man turn big in the station
And boys get poked in the eyelid for what they think they saw
Dip man down in the broad day like I don't think no more
Man are coming on a bro ting
Man are coming like I owe them
Nah g I don't owe you shit
Man I rid my time I ain't phoned them
Nah
Cah them man frauding, they don't do that they just talking
Ring ring, trap in the morning
They got Ms on Benz and Porsches
Nah, nah that's not my portion
I need a yard so big I can't walk in
I need cake I can stick my fork in
Just me and a farmer talking
On a nice day, like "you alright, mate?"
You got shotguns, swing 'em my way
Dropped this punk on a Thursday
And smoke one punk on a Friday

[Verse 2: SDG]

Fuck a website, in real life I follow man
If I fed you, just keep it real and just honour man
'Cos moretime I ignore niggas when they holla man
Don't be claiming that we're enemies, you don't bother man
I can show you two faces like a hologram
If I spend a buck you'll see a gunner with hollows man
People telling me I'm clumsy 'cos I'll drop a man
Those [?] clowns had a fake strap tryna rob a man
I'm a dirty boy no condom on I'm gonna bang
We're defenders, tell the strikers we can stop a man
We ain't drinking tea and putting on your kettle
Move up slowly on your Rolley, let me see that metal
Onsight that nigger on the mains, cover them clothes in stains
Come thru in a ringed out Range
When I do road it's pain
When I do trap it's god
I'm on the pirate's flex
Slayz getting gassed in chains
Ain't nuttin 'bout that shit

[Verse 3: Reeko Squeeze]

Wake up to phone calls
Ima [?] still walking around with a blowtorch like
I used to ride out in course school
Say wit your whopper? you ain't way no big so you wanna act like you a shotter like
Nigga you ain't saying you a nutter
Strictly speaking
If a nigga violate me in the morning ima see him by the evening like
Them niggas some baby they teefing
I make gyal call me mister
How that boy your friend; you get brain off his sister?
Try cry even tears like [?]
There's a million gangsters
A lot of scar-faces, a lot of El nino guys, a lot of American gangsters
You niggas unknown, you just random x2
Fam I know your girl, she came round here and gave uck to the mandem
You niggas watch [?] you just acting
None of you boys are active
And you think you know me, and you think you see me cah you see me on this rap ting
I'll catch him in JD and slap him
I'm [?] wrapping
Don't blame your girl when she come see me cah she said that you're lacking
Nigga just chill, I'll give her back then

[Chorus]