Robb Bank$ - 24/7 [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
"I think I might be happy"

[Verse 1: Robb]
You used to make your nephew leave the room
While that pussy in bloom
Sit atop the freezing moon
And let the cigarette cool
"off, shit could cool off" *excessive mumbling*

Aye, get right
Nigga we don't fuck with you
Certified
Fuck a myth, fuck a legend
Aye hentai, don't make me a draw pussy nigga
365, bitch quarter of a century
Endless, flexing, nigga don't test me
I'll kill myself before I let a pussy nigga kill me
Aye, your girlfriend, her bestie, they ready
They friendly
I woke up like this
I let your main bitch lick me
You kidding
You tripping
You know I'm really in it
Nigga got boys with that semi that'll flip you in a minute
And the dead has arisen
So nigga please tempt me
Don't fuck with me bitch
That's the start of the ending

[Chorus]
Aye, 24/7
24/7, 24/7
Eat a dick
Eat a dick
Eat a dick nigga(x3)

[Verse 2: Robb]
Why in the fuck these pussy niggas
Think that they could play with me
[Nigga] on my soul
If a fuck nigga talk ima let that shit go
What you saying to me
Aye I got these niggas mad
I got these bitches mad
Siri kiss me through the phone tho
She happy that i'm back
Nigga Adolf Hitler when I light the gas
Bitch I load my clip and that's adobe flash
Aye, I don't think there's anyone who want it
That's genuine like antiques
No ponies, you niggas you don't know me
I call a yes-man a yes-man
A fuck boy by dey government
I pulled the panties off your ho
And bitch I seen ya [Porsche mode]
[Odd Future's like that prick you played to get on live mixtapes
Yo ass need to quit
We done seen through that shit boy
Young dark prince
I sacrificed yo bitch
And boy the brain so good she can bend a spoon with the shit
(You know) I'm on it
Where you niggas want it
In your head or your stomach
If you run up
You get done up
Boy we way past the talking
I'm in the dertbag
You can throw me in ya' garden
KieMoney with me
Like 20 thousand in my pocket
Fuck with a nigga that know
I'll give your ass the truth for the motherfucking low
Rain, sleet or snow
Gunshine throw it up in this bitch
To my slow painful death
Till then, eat a..

[Chorus]

[Outro]