Перевод песни 21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin — Ghostface Killers (feat Travis Scott)

Ghostface Killers

[Producer Tag: Young Thug]

Metro Boomin want some more n**ga

[Chorus: Offset]

Automatic (auto), automatics,

in the trunk

Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots

with the pump

Thot and addy (thot),

love the Patek on my arm (Patek)

We got static (static),

pussy n**ga run your charm (hey)

Ghostface killers (killers),

Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)

Drug dealers in the Mulsanne,

at the top of the food chain (hey)

Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah),

no gang, shooter with no name

We can play toll games,

the whole gang,

kick in your door man

[Verse 1: Offset]

Yeah, put on the Patek,

poppin’ xannys, I’m an addict

Break the mattress

with a baddie on the addy (smash)

Diamonds glassy, need some glasses

for the flashing, yeah

Michael Jackson with this fashion,

bitch I’m dabbin’, yeah

All of this shit on purpose

got these bitches slurpin’

All your pockets on hurting,

n**ga you can be my servant

Go to the lot and young n**ga

don’t lease it, I purchase

After I cut off a thot I give her

some money for service (here)

Wherever I go the whole

gang on go, yeah (gang)

You cannot tame the ho

because you want fame for sure (tame)

You think that you rich

’cause you got a hundred or more

I got an over overload,

look like I just sold my soul

I, pour up a four, a liter,

I got the stripes, Adidas (stripes)

I got a foreign mamacita

and I been known to beat it (mama)

N**gas ain’t goin’ defeated,

we get the guns immediate

Don’t burn in the coupe,

it’s an Italy

These n***as is broke

and it’s pitiful

[Chorus: Offset]

Automatic (auto), automatics,

in the trunk

Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots

with the pump

Thot and addy (thot),

love the Patek on my arm (Patek)

We got static (static),

pussy n***a run your charm (hey)

Ghostface killers (killers),

Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)

Drug dealers in the Mulsanne,

at the top of the food chain (hey)

Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah),

no gang, shooter with no name

We can play toll games,

the whole gang,

kick in your door man

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]

Yeah, Kim Jong,

yeah big bombs (21)

Wonder Bread man,

make your bitch lick crumbs (yeah)

Audemars Piguet flooded,

got my wrist numb (bling)

Grab the hitstick,

n***a tryna blitz some’

Dope boy, dope boy,

I sell coke boy (21)

You broke ass rappers food,

it’s a po boy (21)

Everybody the same, all these n***as

sound alike (dick riders)

Fox 5 gang,

turn you to a candlelight

Bitch boy I’m a mobster,

shrimp in my pasta

Jamaican Don Dada,

hang ’round the shottas

Mad Max n***a, yeah

I hang with the killers (21)

Planet of the Apes,

yeah I hang around gorillas (on god)

I got AK, SK, HK, broad day (21)

You a fuckboy, we ain’t

with the horseplay (bitch)

Shrimp ass n***a,

did you do your chores today? (21)

Do you wanna take a ride

with the coroner today? (21)

[Chorus: Offset]

Automatic (auto), automatics,

in the trunk

Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots

with the pump

Thot and addy (thot),

love the Patek on my arm (Patek)

We got static (static),

pussy n***a run your charm (hey)

Ghostface killers (killers),

Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)

Drug dealers in the Mulsanne,

at the top of the food chain (hey)

Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah),

no gang, shooter with no name

We can play toll games,

the whole gang,

kick in your door man

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]

Drop from the heavens

straight in the wild (yeah)

Trunk in the front,

top gotta slide

Ride suicides,

we keep this shit alive (yeah)

Jumping out the public houses,

don’t you come outside

(Straight up)

Private status, tryna land the jet

at Magic (how you goin’)

Goin’ way up, on my way

to cut through traffic

(what you poppin’)

Pop the seal and pop the bean,

I need the balance (pop it, pop it)

Bloody ass is what I’m seeing,

it’s way too graphic

Watch your fingers

’cause the cactus dangerous (yeah)

Broke, you ain’t us,

we don’t speak that language

On the couches

Tom Cruise, I’ma make her see,

she snort a mountain

Rackades on the outfit

will make her bounce it

Good drank my life, yeah,

CPR my pipe, yeah

Please need the energy,

only got a night, yeah (it’s lit)

Nike boys, we don’t do

three stripes (yeah)

I’m living for my n***as

that do life, yeah

[Chorus: Offset]

Automatic (auto), automatics,

in the trunk

Shoot the maggots, shoot the maggots

with the pump

Thot and addy (thot),

love the Patek on my arm (Patek)

We got static (static),

pussy n***a run your charm (hey)

Ghostface killers (killers),

Wu-Tang, 21 news gang (news)

Drug dealers in the Mulsanne,

at the top of the food chain (hey)

Trappin’ the cocaine (yeah),

no gang, shooter with no name

We can play toll games,

the whole gang,

kick in your door man