Team ISH - Squad [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
Pull up to the party with like 4 or 5 niggas
Swerving like a mother fucker off of that liquor
That white, that dark, got me right (don't stop)
With that bullshit, full clip if you're fin to pull it
Rep your shit nigga (x4)
Rep your shit (x3)
Rep your shit nigga

[ObiWanSan]
You see my wrist liquid nitrogen
Ain't no one as fly as him
My niggas keep the heat like the head that's on Leviathan
I'm steady pulling strings bitches, like I got a violin
Realest shit I ever spoke like wheels that keep you cyclin'
Not really into rellos so like Griffin I be pipin' them
Should have said Griffin when I said you're not as fly as him
Nigga I ain't lyin', keep the bitches smilin'
Mr. Murk-A-Verse now I've got his family cryin'
Never console, like devices with controls
Body in a body, kinda like the dude from Holes
Lean keep me tipping like the cars from '64
And the green keep me lifted like a nigga doing dope
They say my shit dope. New Reagan Era
Lines on their minds like snapbacks or New Eras
Cold like Carrera, and no not Lu
And you better not err or LASERS pointed at you
Bitch

[Hook]

[CoachTheDON]
It's Coach the mother fucking Don
Cough til' I'm absent, yeah I'm gone
Can't fade the flow, yes crazy though, putting rings on hoes while I act Lebron
No Sonic 'cuz that's dead my nigga
You bought it, naw you rent my nigga
Ain't shit to say, it's ISH all day
And you know I'm gonna put on for my niggas
Shout out to Team Chalupe
Yeah you know we GEAT the coup, that means them pigeons
Them birds we hittin' in the back throwin' stacks
Yeah ya'll know the crew
Hit my phone like, "Where's the 'lupe?"
I laugh 'cuz ya'll left out the loop
Naw, no repeats just listen keenly and maybe ya'll can fuck with the winning group
That's Coach The Don, Wan San, A.C.E. and EZITO
UStheJUICE, Lezlo Loon, Jeff my dude, and Big O
Ham King got my back, we got it batch
Lil Bs can't fuck with The Pack
It's I to the S whole team on deck
Don't fuck with the rest ya'll don't want that wreck

[Hook]

[KJ]
Tell these ugly mother fuckers that, I don't do no fussing back
Rolling up, who got the match?
Remind me, play me back to back
Homie I let my powers spread, I don't need to bust a gat
These internet thugs be softer than some Brillo pads
See me instrumental spaz, my Crest push your dentals back
Tommy got the winners back
ISH and FAM, that GAWS shit
Damn we far from regular
Like shredded cheese we tear them up
Take your bitch and tear her up
She give me cerebellum bruh
Chilling outside with them ISH niggas
Never catch me with a bitch nigga
I'm a grind hard til' I'm rich nigga
Smoking on loud, get licked nigga
No stopping our grind, must be outta your mind
Stacking these dollars one day at a time
Forever a Memory, fuck all my enemies
Sick with no remedy, hand me the mic
All I know is hustlenomics
Eff a comic, ya'll be comical
Rolling up chronic now I'm feeling astronomical
Feeling like the future and my cause is probable
Eff all these obstacles, my whole team unstoppable

[Hook]