S.Dot - Racks (Feat. Dinero) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
I got racks on me, got that sack homey
And I’m strapped homey, better not lack homey
We got Macs homey, get you whacked homey
Pour a 4 up, pop a flat homey

[Verse 1: S.Dot]
I’m a street nigga, so I post up
Fuck a bad bitch, roll the thoinks up
And I go nuts, I mean so nuts
And I’m slowed up, off the pour up
This shit ain’t gone stop, thumbing through knots
Fucking these thots, counting this gwop
Dinero got a mop, I ain’t worried about nun'
I ain’t gotta talk, niggas know how I rock
It ain’t just rap, cause it’s really in the field
Niggas really dying, cause we really do drills
Smoke a little loud, I’m a do a few pills
And I won’t sign, if it ain’t a few mill
I ride around with a lotta hittas in my background
You ain’t from here, you gettin pat down
Kush real loud, like the Mac sound
Free my niggas till they back down
Popped the molly, so I’m amped now
And we got so many man downs
I swear this shit is like a countdown
[?] shit ain’t hot, turn the block up a notch
We got Glocks, we got chops, 485 we on top
So don’t tweak, cause we clapping niggas
Don’t run that 30 chase after niggas
I just count that sack, and niggas
They ain’t got no clout, so we after niggas

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Dinero]
I got racks on me, look so clap homey
Got too much clout for a sucka, better not lack homey
I’m getting paid, niggas ain’t got no pay, niggas can’t get no play
[?] niggas ain’t pouring no lean, nigga talk tough get sprayed
I’m so paid, look at my smoke that’s haze, look at my wrist that’s crazy
I finesse, all about getting these checks, yall niggas missing yall plays
I’m on deck, shooter, got molly on deck
Molly, beans, shotty on deck
Getting shit wet, all my niggas gone shoot
Loski (?) gone spray that Tec
About my check, me and my bitch gone flex
She ain’t gone fuck, she left
Money on me, I keep a couple 100 on me
100 round drum on me, keep [?] on me
Catch a nigga run up on me, shots fired man down on me
Gats on me, bodies on this [?] on me
And I got the racks on me (racks on me)
Police got taps on me, got niggas that’ll clap for me
Got a rack on me, a nigga drop a rack on him
Shooter gone clap his heat, I’m too street
[?]
[?] 2 deep, all my shots gone bite, nigga shoulda slid 2 deep

[Hook x2]