Trill God x BreadWinna - In This Area [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Trill God]

Aye in this area!

God (whispered)

Man I just killed a fuck nigga mane Im trippin'
We was childhood friends mane Im trippin'
Worst Feelin' eva had boy Im trippin
Pull up in the lack you hear about me neva lack
Hollowtips through his back!

[Hook: Trill God]

No! No flexin' in this area, No flexin in this area, No flexin in this areaaa
No! Aye No flexin' in this area, Aye in this area, Please do not flex in this area!

[Verse 1: BreadWinna]

I ain't gotta speak this lifestyle, I know Im a trappa
I got grams in the back better know Im gon' sell em
You got money, you ain't tryna spend no dough better not bet
For no coke, my team never broke, my family my folks, my niggas
We strapped up you know not to flex!

False chain on your body, its breakin' ya neck
Im not from the west, I come from the nawf
We aiming that tech to your back
Ride to the motherfuckin' wheels fall off
You can't cause your shit is on flat
Come through in all black, Im takin' his racks
Make him take off his hat, these niggas be stressin'
Like bitches I knew they was pussy ain't gotta explain it
When Im in the field and when Im with my niggas I rather
Get high than get faded! Im feelin' like drizzy cause I
Wanna make it, layin' with these hoes I knew you was lovin'
Fuck ass nigga gone say you was cuffin'
Ray Bans all on me like Im David Ruffin
She suckin' me up, you sleep with that bitch?

You fuck with the squad, you gone get my fisttt!
Im up in the kitchen like breakin' my wrist!
My money too deep like a ocean with fish!

Skurr Skurr Skurr

[Hook : Trill God]

[Verse 2: Trill God]

Please do not flex in this area, beat ya skull up like a barbarian
In the trap house with Miss Marilyn, you are not real you is a replica
She swallow my rugrats I call her angelica, this song is so historical
I am so hood rhetorical, I be trappin' from border to border!

I heard he got bricks for a quarter, I heard that he is the narcotics
Man I stay runnin' from 12, free all of my niggas they goin' through hell
My prayers are y'all to be outta that cell!
Hollowtips dance on him Chris Breezy, you make it look hard, I make it look easy!
Haters gon' hate tell me what is the reason, I have been grindin' and stuntin'
All season, need to sit down his father a deacon, all of that flexin' he needa be preachin'!
I can cut a chick off so quick, dont need a chick while im hittin these licks, they are the
Ones that will snitch! Please do not flex in this area, Im talkin' to niggas and bitches!
Funeral home we puttin' these bodies to rest!
She pass me the pussy no test!
These bitches like bums but instead they beg me for sex!
Im on the track team but instead I be runnin' through checks!

[Hook : Trill God]


[Outro : Trill God]

No! No! No! aye aye aye in this area, you gone learn to not flex in this area!