Westside Gunn - HEEL CENA [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Say it (Super FLYGOD)
Okay, keep saying it (Super FLYGOD, Super FLYGOD)
Super FLYGOD

[Verse]
Ayo, hit about four, five on niggas, my bad (Grrt, grrt, grrt)
Bulletproof Jag, wide pick up on the bypass (Skrrt)
Dunk red cocaine guts hit my tags (Skrrt)
Asa and AJ in the back playing Minecraft (Ah)
If I come through, spray a nigga, yo, my pen meaner (Grrt)
White bricks, sniffed it one time, turned to Heel Cena
Sly just hit a low, y'all said that shit sweeter
Catch me low, Goyard socks in my own sneakers
Free Sly (Grrt, FLYGOD), free Kutter
Ayo, I been ahead of my time, you blinded by the sample
Dominican blow out, the bitches love my dimple (Woo)
Niggas stuck in a TEC-10 whistle (Grrt, grrt)
My homie got shot five times, he said it tickled (Ah)
Go and walk out the Rosa, let the French door hit you
You been dead, then about four more hit you (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
My man just robbed my other man, I'm in a pickle (Ah)
The work good, but the price high, I need to wiggle (Woo)
They thought it was some iceberg shit, but it was bimbo (Uh-uh)
The Enzo got Kenzo seats, word to me (Ah)
Words to hands off program, we teaching the youth
Twenty six coupe, move with no roof, I let the bitch choose (Skrrt)
Threw him off the rainbow bridge, now he fish food (Ah)
Told the plug with my chest out, "I got big moves" (Woo)
Ain't nobody out here fucking with ‘god (Uh-uh)
Ain't nobody out here fucking with us, you better thank me
New pump lanky, I call it Wemby (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Gas smoking like [?] and [?]
Spot Hogan leg drop, quarter block, bet not (Woo)
Be sure to rock, on dogs like BoriRock (On Dogz)
Clouds getting lower
No Met Gala invite cause they know everywhere I go, I keep the blower (Uh-uh, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Mixed Martine with the Mowalola, silk controller (Ah)
Too much of this might overdose you (Woo)
Brown stones in the black Jesus
I threw up Carbone, pickin up the pieces (Pickin up the pieces)
Used to play the dancefloor, creases had greases
My locker had a locker, my genes all genius (Pickin up the pieces)