Wade - It's On [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Wade]
(Yea), uh
When we roll them blunts, we be smoking bomb shit
We roll them blunts, we be smoking bomb shit
We roll them blunts, we be smoking bomb shit
Young Nigga mo'fucker don't start shit

[Verse 1: Wade]
Saved this game, now we popping that champagne
Fucking all these bitches that now know my name
Watch out for my goons, they got them Glocks man
Making sure you stay quiet, you don't wanna hear the bang
(Yea) It's that boy they call M.Wade
Maserati car that shit look like Asanti
Chilling with my niggas while I'm spitting like them southern games
Stupid bad bitches with big asses and I'm good man
Bitches love to gossip and that'll never change
I love money I should just be going green
They say they clean but I don't ever fucking trust em man
Looking so lost, how the hell'd you get here man
I'm riding for my team, your the designated driver
Do what I gotta do you can call that shit Survivor;
Game shows, fake foes, an abundance of bitches
Got these niggas so scared they all fucking twitching
Young Nigga in here, you know how I do it
Finger on the trigger, you way too scared to pull it
Watch me take flight like I'm faded
Calling old hoes just to let em know "I made it"

[Hook]
And y'all ain't on the shit that I'm on
Y'all ain't on the shit that I'm on
Love my fucking team, my team so fucking strong, NIGGA

[Verse 2: Sherrod]
It's On
And you can tell by my swag, bitch
Hop up on the mic and then I jump into my bag quick
Everywhere I go man I'm bound to fuck a bad chick
Niggas say they do the same but they bitches be average
A savage, is the only way that they describe me
You don't want no beef, a nigga box like he Ali
Try me
I'll have you hooked up to a IV
But I'm laid back, so you can just prolly
Catch me with some Dominican, Puerto Rican mamis
Spitting game at em, tryna get me a Minajy
Got a chick she call me Baby Boy, no Taraji
If you disrespect me you gon make me catch a body
And me and my nigga Wade, the hardest
All these wack niggas tryna rap, they just the targets
The way I fuck these niggas up they tryna press charges
Niggas think they nice, but they really sound retarded
A Nigga run his mouth, I show his bitch how to deep throat
Tie his feet, tie his hands--drag him from a speedboat
Ain't a drug dealer, I ain't never touch a Kilo
But I make them bitches wet, every time I hit a C Note
I'mma get this money, yea count a couple C Notes
A nigga chasing dreams ain't got time for the weed smoke
Real shit, I'll shoot a nigga like a free throw
Every where I go people know what I be reppin'
Pieces of the Pavement mo'fucker start respecting