Talibando - Lurkin [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Tee Grizzley]
Helluva made this beat, baby
What  up, VO?

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
I  got five hundred pounds of that gasoline
We compress or mix some shit that look like fax machines
Drop a nigga from a distance like he Dr. King
The  type of sleep that boy getting, he ain't gon' have a dream
Two  watches, still ain't got no time on my schedule
Make the 'caine stretch just like that bitch off The Incredibles
You  rap niggas stay in your lane, that's what you better do
Draco shells turn a nigga mattress to a sectional
So many fiends outside the spot, this shit like Chick-Fil-A
You know you pumpin' when your nick house do a brick a day
We  gon' switch up houses after 60K
Never slippin', in that alley pissin' with the K
Fuck if I'm rich, bitch, we goin' 'til the Hawthorne
In a spaceship with my wrist glowin' like a lightsaber, this Star Wars
And you know what we doin', it's beef
We ain't at the half court when we shooting from deep
We out the street

[Verse 2: Talibando]
I do this for my brothers, kill or die, hit the stand and lie
Heard the nigga snitchin', he won't make it there to testify
In the Bentley truck with my nigga Tee on Exit 9
I told him way before this rap shit I was doin' fine
I would spin around a thousand kits for like eighty-five
I heard niggas cappin' in they songs, they be tellin' lies
And if it wasn't for this rap shit, they wouldn't have a dime
I thought my nigga out the bakery 'cause he be sellin' pies
Turn the traction off on the 'Cat and cut the block up
Ain't no limit to this shit, I feel like Silkk the Shocker
Think the opps and the feds teamin' up, they tryna stop us
Go up top on a nigga, spread his brains like it's some pasta
That Taliban piece worth twenty thousand
Nigga hated on me, hit the stash, called his bitch to come and count it
I'm just getting to the money, what's the problem?
Riding 'round with that chopstick, I got a problem

[Interlude]
This Florida rapper YNW Melly... are being held here at the Broward County jail this morning

[Verse 3: YNW Melly]
In the streets with that chopper and I'm lurkin'
And my niggas, they ain't snipers but they observing
In a stolo with your bitch and she keep swerving
'Bout to pistol whip this ho, she acting nervous
Short ass nigga but I'm down to toe tag you
With this tall ass chopper with an extended mag
Oh, damn, I fucked her with a Magnum
That's your bitch, that's your bitch, but she a thotty
That's your bitch and my clique, and we plottin'
I got my bitch and she spoiled rotten
Y'all fuck boys talk shit, but don't play
'Cause we like to pull up with hundred round K's
And we like to pull up and let them bitches go
Oh no, woah, I'm tryna fuck all on her throat
Diamonds wet, no Yachty, but this shit look like a boat
Fuck that, pop that bitch inside her throat, wait