Tokes - Koolaid [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Tokes]
Step in this bitch and I'm killing this shit
These niggas is pissed that I'm still in this bitch
Get my dick licked while I'm hitting the swish
And I stick with my clique like a tick on a bitch
And I'm stacking my chips like Pringles
She popping that pussy like pimples
She get to licking the tip and I bust my babies all in her dimples because
I don't give fuck about a nigga that wanna hate on me, no
Plus I don't give a fuck about a bitch that wanna hate on me
Cause my money stacked too long nigga (yup)
My loud pack too strong nigga (that's right)
Get to talking that shit and Chris will expose y'all like ripped thongs nigga
Sipping on gold and my wrist's too
My crew fabulous, no chipped tooth
Got pussy juice all my wrist wear
And I smell of the perfume your bitch use
And I stay blessed up fuck a tissue
What's the issue, you bish you
You the type to get mad cuz I dissed you?
You ain't gotta like me cuz your bitch do
And y'all half court niggas, no press (no press)
And I got the rock
And I drop the top when I rock the block
The Benz old school like a Sock'em Bop
Black pants, white tee
Polo logo on both of them
Had a main squeeze and a ripe ho
But I'm in love with money so I'm over them

[Hook]
And my wrist dripping like koolaid
My neck dripping like koolaid
Got your bitch looking over here
She a thirst chick, she need koolaid
Koolaid, koolaid
Koolaid, koolaid
Got your bitch looking over here
She a thirsty chick she need koolaid
Koolaid, koolaid
Koolaid, koolaid
Got your bitch looking over here
She a thirsty chick she need koolaid
Koolaid, koolaid
Koolaid, koolaid
Got your bitch looking over here
She a thirsty chick she need koolaid

[Verse 2: TyLahVellss]
Dump Dump it's Big Poppa Pump
That's what the bitches call me cuz they all wanna fuck
And I act out cause I got a choppa in the trunk
Got her ass out, latest Smackdown on her butt
Don't try to pass out, get up or get your ass out (yup)
These girls be squirrels and I'm giving out nuts
Share the bowls with her friend, that pass was clutch
Steve Nash with the gas nigga pass the Dutch (wooh)
Rick Flair, you ain't seen a nigga like this here
With this hair, who this rare
Cartier for the eye and wrist wear (nope)
You wouldn't have the chance
Call me the Legend of Swagger-vance
I hop out the Caddy and pass a glance at a bitch from Brazil but her ass in France
Be the same old niggas with the same old flows
With the same old shows
Rap fly shit but be in the same old clothes
Gotta borrow our shit for your lil videos, but
I ain't gon' say nothing
Bout the hoes that we had that you say you cuffin'
I'mma keep sipping this Robitussin til I can send facials to Vanessa Hudgens
And yea I got this koolaid
Don't ask me the flavor and who made
You really wanna know that bad
Okay, it taste like your bitchade
With a twist of lemon, some Malibu
And a pinch of the women you ain't getting
You out of luck but I'll tell you what
You might get a cup if you paid

[Verse 3: DeLe]
Oh yeah
Man these bitches need that koolaid (work!)
I ain't even tripping
Give em the juice, they get the quenching
Boy My pockets fat, my bitch skinny
My clique deep, real kin with me
I make bank
My weed dank
My drank lean
My bag sticky
Y'all niggas whyl'n
Ain't no worries, nothing at all
I just bone bitches, nigga I'm a dog
Ya girl tryna speak, Cesar Milan
Or that Doolittle cause I do it big
Even niggas know that I got the juice
Phone explode on the low low
Cause they need beats, heard I produce
Think your bitch bad
You should check my ex
Your girl psychic, she say we next
Got ya girl dripping like a bad leak
Your weak, All I do is flex
And I'm bench pressing
You bitch pressing
Your impression
Ain't impressive
Your girl love my dick salad
Can't get enough of the dressing
Lu Kang, fly kicks
Money long, Route 66
Your girl watching me, Netflix
So fuck boy, eat dicks
Just got a car with that push to start
Dripping like I came out a water park
Stay Young, put nothing above it
And your girl love it
And she gon' buss it cause

[Hook]