Youngs Teflon - The Professional [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by Loco]

[Intro]
This the commission where we handle shit like grown men

[Verse 1]
All you pussies fall back,this ain't nothing petty
Married to the streets, bag of sweets for confetti
Riding with my baddest bitch, I tell her she's my bestie
Hair like Cassie, cat suit like Jessie
And she rock Jays way better than a jezzy
She roll up my haze and she cook a nigga breakie
My nigga got the dark he call it that Wesley
I got Paris in the Hilton and she ain't on the hezzie
Yeah they call me young Teffy, fat long speshy
Your boy James Coffee catch you when you having breakie
Right handed but I still wack him with the lefty
Nigga I'm a pesty, goodfella call me Pesci
Still gotta ring ring trap, that's word to Fekky
But make the matic bu-bu-bang for your gold prezzy
Still drink yak, goose, Rosé, remy
And beef will never die, we all close to our semis
But we gotta chase fetti, that's the m o deli
Riding in a rental, just got a grab from benny
On the blower to my brudda in the bin on his celly
Said he got the drop for me, told me it's the belly
Can't sit around all day smoking on the smelly
Cause trill niggers die young, word to Makaveli
It's me against the world and motherfucker I'm ready
Make my girlfriend buss and tell these pussies come and get me
The Gs come around and we host a gangster seshy
Bottles go round and so does the blessy
Thankful for my gifts, the most merciful bless me
Reflecting on my sins, I know some of them are petty
Try and live life and think about death regularly
Cause I don't want to die, I ain't a stain, I ain't ready
One time for the young Gs in the cemetery
And when they bury me, I beg you beat off a desi
In the COC last night, riding with Femi
Had some Greek food and we let the sharks breffy
Was shouting to your chic and she had me on the telly
I had grinning teeth then I had her in the telly
They got us on the wire in the close circuit telly
Yeah the Feds are building cases, shit is getting scary
Donnies best mind how you're brandishing your bezzies
Cause we don't watch faces we wrap 'em like prezzies
Yeah the call me young teffy, classy but messy
White boys say I'm heavy, I'm the black Elvis Presley
Boys on the crud like Arthur Petrelli
Down south hospitality but no, I ain't Nelly
Bitch I'm Jimi Conway, rob a man and give him pennies
Put dons on a move, yeah we icing that jelly
Don't get your ass rolled on like Kelly
No deodorant, we spray sure cause we deadly