Yung Simmie - Normal Niggas Make Me Sick [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Yung Simmie]
One time for my normal niggas
Follow me @therealsimmie, man
Don't mind the gunshots, them just for the normal niggas, they hatin', you feel me?
I'mma cross that line, man
Yung Simmie!
Uh, whoo!, whoo!, whoo!

[Hook: Yung Simmie]
Money over any bitch, chase this paper, chase no bitch
Niggas on that same shit, you normal niggas make me sick
Rider gang, she ride my dick, that's all I give, don't ask for shit
Niggas on that same shit, you normal niggas make me sick
Bum Bum Bum! You normal niggas make me sick
You normal niggas make me sick
Bum Bum Bum! You normal niggas make me sick
It's rider gang, she ride my dick, that's all I give, don't ask for shit

[Verse 1:]
In my own zone, blowin' that dro
Only chase paper, never chase hoes
Niggas is wack and niggas is normal
If murder she wrote, I stay with my journal
GMT mob bitch, them niggas like hurdles
Actions speak louder, I never been verbal
Never been social, blowin' that purple
Stay with the shells, gas station turtle
Tatted up, hair back, Vans and a snapback
James Bond swag, I'm fly as a jetpack
So abnormal, the swag make 'em step back
If you want beef, then I run with the Big Mac
Cause I am a big mack
Her head on my sixpack, she never forget that
Run with the big Glock, no more niggas waste time
Word to my g, Shock, who gon' make me stop?
GMT three hot, eat 'em like Wingstop
No more niggas get popped, no more niggas ain't shit
No more niggas chase bitch, niggas on that same shit
Me, I'm tryin' to get rich, me, I'm tryin' to get paid
Seven days of the week, workin' to the next day
Yung Simmie Sosa go nuts like a payday
No more niggas ain't shit, niggas on that same shit
Me, I'm tryin' to get rich, I don't chase no bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Bush]
Now who you niggas think ya'll foolin'?
I paid these refs off, stupid, so I know I ain't losin'
I take your chick and introduce her to my rider gang, nigga
No Amber Cole, but she do her thing, now that's that rider brain, nigga
Okay now, money over everything, chase this paper, never women
God as my witness, I'm all about the green like a Celtic
These normal niggas walkin', talkin', they jockin' my swagger
And I'm just ballin' on these niggas like 41 for the Mavericks
Catch me gettin' faded, lookin' for your girl head like I'm about to braid it
Normal niggas can't do it, that's why they in the back hatin'
Hold on, little buddy, I say it to the back like Ms. Rosie
It's real niggas in the front, you better act like you know me
Ballin' on these niggas just like I'm Kobe, ah!

[Hook]