Vizzi - Killin' Em' Off [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Vizzi]


V-Raw, check my whole kick game
Vans on when you see out courtside at a Knicks game
Slice gang, coming at your neck like switchblade
Legends on the rise, your demise will be your mistake
YL, young niggas coming if you're fugay
To your toupee, banging on your neck while we're in 2K
So calm down, you fucked up, you better hope you luck up
Never need a yes man but all these bitches suck up
Young boy, never in no drama
My hits go a couple commas, your death or dishonor
Young Stacks co-signer, loving my shit designer
Jason Voorhees, I'm cutting your ass for nothing
Short-tempered, flame spitter, all ether
Smoking gun, RIP, meet the reaper
6 feet deep, that's where your future lies inside
The pyramid of lost souls, the all seeing eye



[Hook]


Dope, all my shit dope
All my shit dope
It be that 1-8-7 how I'm Killin Em Off
All my shit dope, all my shit dope
It be that 1-8-7 how I'm Killin Em Off




[Verse 2: Heat]



Uhmmm, uhmmm,, rum in the shrine
Pun in his prime,, I runs in with time
I'm, uhmm, something on other (?)
Never snuff, snuff ya' bitch, booty cuff, cuff a (?)
What's the wage? I'm on a different page
Plain folding, different grade, grain, raw, a different age
Not intended for any sales to minors
You're looking too frail to sign a plus
The (?) hot, I forgot to remind ya'
It's looking to bleak to line up
Look, shoot, you lose
Nah nigga, I'll shoot, you snooze, you'll lose your life
Two rights don't make a wrong
But you'll lose your whole face when it's gone, that's a stake of knife
I'm hot, they not, they cop, or they rot
They rot!!


[Hook]


[Verse 3: Vizzi]