Terintino - Ear [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Terintino in this bitch man, still got my cig on me man
Gang Gang Gang Gang
BAHH! BAHH! BAHH!
Sosa beat Gang Gang Gang
Niggas tweakin' for the hot shit, might just let that Glock spit
Gang Gang Gang
BAHH! BAHH! BAH!...BAHH!

[Bridge]
I hear these niggas plotting I ain't trippin doe (Niggas tweakin')
Ben Franklins falling out my pockets
I'm getting it ho, (Im catching it)
Let a nigga try me I'm a have to leave em' slumpped (Hit em up)
Pull up in that Audi or that fuckin' Beamer truck

[Hook]
Bitch I'm flexing look at all this Glo Gear
Bitch I'm Gloing just look at my fuckin' Ear
I ain't got no chain I'm getting one this year and a pinky ring just to match my fuckin' ear
All white diamonds flexin shining like a chandelier
Bitch I'm with the Glo, you see us boy I bet you fear (Glo)
Flexin' since 07' this a whole new year
Now all type of bitches screaming
Yelling in my ear (bitch)

[Bridge]
I hear these niggas plotting I ain't trippin doe
Ben Franklins falling out my pockets (I'm gettin it bitch)
I'm getting it ho
Let a nigga try me I'm a have to leave em' slumpped
Pull up in that Audi or that Beamer truck

[Verse 1]
Niggas can't wait to catch me slippin' doe (On folks nem)
But if I got it on me Imma shoot his nose
And if I can't catch you Imma kill his folks
Catch his ass lackin' now he lactose
Pulling off in Lamborghini's cost a bag ho
I only ride exotics not no Jags ho (Hell nah!)
Put these pistols to your ear and act an asshole
I'm all about a sack I'm splurging bankrolls
Walk in the mall god damn I bought all the clothes
(Damn where they at?)

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Pulling up in Bentley's this a whole new year
This bitch all on me say she like my gear (Bye)
Smoking stupid tooka pack diamonds in my ear
Forgi's on the red rari, blood gang in here
I need a breightling for the time turn off the lights in here
Niggas get outta line shoot em' in his ear
Gang in this bitch we posted boy you bet not slip
Keep one up in the chamber and shoot off his ear
Tough boy keep pump faking actin' like he got it on him
(Stop flexing!)
Imma test his luck and stump em' with these Timbs
I'm smoking out the pound so fuck boy whatchu wanna zip
I'm steady walking back and forth, cockin' back the Cig
Should I knock his noodles out, or should I let em' live?

[Hook]