Southern Boi - Massacre [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Bobby Trill]
Steady toker smoking strong
Coolin' with your main bitch imported kush came straight from Babylon
A rastafari and my money long
Drunk up off this sake that she brought back from Hiroshima
You're so wasabi damn now let me see that body got these niggas fiendin' like it's '98, over Japanese Misty cards
Fuck niggas think they going hard
Bobby Trill shit I'm spittin' holographic Charizards
Skinny nigga stringy like pasta
I'm creepin' through the crypt with the pump clicked
Tell me what's a goon in the face of a full clip?
The rugar got you shaking nigga now you sweatin' hollow tips
Dropped the tape for no residual pay, say they vibing to my shit but I ain't even getting blog play
They sleepin' on the kid write above my tombstone
"Bobby Trill the illest nigga AKA Yung Dumbledore"

[Hook: Bobby Trill] x2
These niggas on the block wanna try me
Hit 'em with the pump then they D.I.E
Now nigga it's a massacre
We some pretty young thugs R.I.P will be your final words

[Verse 2: Bobby Trill]
Hit 'em with the cannon strapped up Blastoise niggas what you mean that you ain't never heard of us?
LBC in this bitch that's my fucking team
Middle finger in the air screaming "fuck my enemies"
Now shawty I can get your pussy wet
Slip and slide up in that gut then break your heart like I'm Tuxedo Mask
In the drop top headed down to Malibu
That's my favorite song turn it up right now we going dumb on them drugs
Tricky niggas but we pretty thugs Simmie got the chopper let it bang cause we don't fuck with plugs
Nah I ain't drunk I'm just a little buzzed
Text that to my bitch at 2AM and watch her roll on up
Super sayian nigga Future Trunks
Smoking on galactic I ain't fuckin' with this mattress actress
Give that pipe then take your ass on home
Bitch I ain't down to cuddle shit you saved up in my bat phone
Scrilla stacking niggas tradin' cash for gold
Baklava mask with the click clack tell me where the bars at?
I ain't frontin' with these alley cats hardest nigga flowin' droppin' tapes that I fuckin' snap

[Hook: Bobby Trill] x2
These niggas on the block wanna try me
Hit 'em with the pump then they D.I.E
Now nigga it's a massacre
We some pretty young thugs R.I.P will be your final words