Yung MillzZ - I Don't Like Me [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]

I'm on beastmode no nights off I just ball
Freethrows is me taking shots at y'all
Scope my gear my view is very clear
CFS you couldn't see my swagg from every Lear
Flyer then a mug, swagg on 300
Y'all niggas pop a tag I cop a mag and keep huntin
Is he stuntin? didn't even need the chain
I walk out with the Perria and say my name
And watch your girl start walkin
Throw a tre in the air and the birds start talkin
They be YM & YM that
I tell 'em YM rich cause YM spit crack
You listenin' to the beast, hold up it goes
Fuck bitches, get money, mission complete
Gun loaded poppin' bullets at the beat
Put holes in the front like its missin' some teeth
Nigga I been real since before the "R"
Been rollin' since before the car
Been holdin' since before they snapped the ball is how I do this
Steven Segall kickin' that raw 300 spartan squad music

[Hook]
But I'm an asshole so I don't really like me
It takes 4 or 5 girls to excite me
I never do the right thing, I'm no Spike Lee
But me fallin' off that shit is less than likely
Never dropped a dub to club me
Never inspired niggas to do the dougie
You still can't put nothin above me
So I ain't gotta like me as long as your girl love me

[Verse 2]

Swagg era product, I kicks it
So hard Janikowski can't top 'em, wicked
Is what I am therefore I get no sleep
I get those beats then shit on a sheet and rip those beats
I peak on the peak, you sleep on G, you will be murdered for your blasphemy
Nigga you can't beat on a beat, they won't be looking for you after me
I know you're not beefin' with me
If you think you are best retreat 'fore you be
On a UHaul on a fleet to the sea
Then I have your broad retweet your decease
Motherfucker I ball, your seat by the geeks
My fleet by the lake, my bitch by the beach
My key by the safe, cause my cheese be on me
And the shoes on my feet cost three of your jeeps
Motherfucker I be, that S-H-I they lie
If they say he ain't fly
I've been in the game, I'm no EA, bitch I'm A.I
I said I've been harder, Vince Carter
Tracy McGrady, Lebron Baller
Don't know who y'all is, I'm Christopher Wallace
I do it B.I.G. while y'all do the smallest
Regardless of what you think of him, B-Words eager to sleep with him
Beat the beaver then flee on them, jeepers creepers he's eatin' 'em
Peep the Reverb to peak on him, niggers he words the beat for them
She heard she works to be with him, but she'd prefer this secret um

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Mic check one two, one two
I might cash a nice check and catch where you run to
Bring one for your boy, and bring you one too
So even if its two to one I doubt that you'd want to
Run through you like Ray Lew in the U
Then spread two through my crew and ran one right through you 'til you through
Then threw you in the lake with the tool and the two
And kept one in the whip and rolled off to U2
"is it getting better or do you feel the same"
Play around and drop a name, a nigga might have to kill the game
I hop you feel the gang the swagger to the ceiling fan
Have a nigga defenestrated make you feel that window pain
Third story no Joe Budden, you celibate swagg I'm flo fuckin'
My celery grow thats Jolly Green, my pockets start lookin' doughmongous
Yo flo is on a low budget, mixtape stuck on "oh nothin"
My kick game throwed like its dro puffin
You shit ain't smokin' on nothin
Shit lookin' Liu-Kangish
Mac ten steps above you hoobangin
Who bang like me yo meter stay under 18 like no ID
But none of that was needed to be the leader of leaders
Got classic lyrical addidas proceed to retrieve 'em
Never concede cause I'm be the elite of elite
And I can say that cause everything I put on beats is beast

[Hook]