ZOTiYAC Auto Pistol tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie. Posłuchaj MP3 i obejrzyj teledysk z Youtube oraz sprawdź chwyty.

Tekst piosenki

[Intro]

Ayy, the pistol on me, but my vision cloudy

Keep them Glicks around me, he don't know shit about me

Oh, you a rich nigga? Let it hit, rip through the Audi

Hit up lil' folks, 400, when I got dip through Cali


[Verse 1]

Bitches know me, niggas too, no Mick Foley, who is you?

How many niggas you got wit' you?

If it's more than like three, then I'm shooting a few

You lookin', who?

Bitch, we hit your roof with this shit

Knock a goof off his shit, knock your tooth loose n' shit

I don't gotta brag, he ain't got no bag

He act like a fag, the body hit, get dragged, get it?

I finna pull out the mag and then rip it

The semi become automatic, I switch it

Get sent your location, I'm mapping it instant

I clap from a distance, the spaz keep missing

Ten cap drilling shit had me tripping

And I'm on the low, so imagine me slipping

And she wanna fly to the Vega from Britain

I told that bitch "Only if my bitch with it"

I just sent lil' mama a picture, and she replied said

"You ain't fit the description"

Might fuck around and start pimpin' this

She be popping the pussy like it's a prescription

Pop like a bully, it never stop picking

Glock and the hoodie, I never stop tripping

.33 in it, I'm calling it Pippin

Be with the bad boys, call it a piston

Fuck with the gang, that's a suicide mission

You cause a premeditated affliction

In my prediction, you is a victim

Get wet with the metal, I shoot down your system

He got some caskets, fuck nigga, pick one

No, I can't get in there with you, it fit one

Big gun, big drum, if you wan' get some

Only 5'8 baby giving me 6'1

She on my dick, huh, heard she got big tongue

You ain't my bitch, give a fuck if the bitch cum

Capital punishment, feeling like Big Pun

I just shoot shit with this gun, it ain't been done


[Chorus]

Riding 'round the city with a felon, felony

I can't hear the shit that you telling, telling me

Riding 'round the city with a felon, felony

I can't hear the shit that you telling me

Ayy, uh, uh

Riding 'round the city with a felon, felony

I can't hear the shit that you telling, telling me

Keep the stick, know I'm good for you like celery

Hickory Dickory, blowing a blickity

No magic trick when he disappear instantly


[Verse 2]

Play with position, I show you the symmetry

Show you the energy

Usually keep it composed for my enemies

Don't even approach if you holding it timidly

I see the fuck shit in your demeanor

Uh, lil' nigga, I can read you

Body language deeper, he don't get no deeper

Simplistic, we are not interested

In a collab, I want none of you niggas

Why would I stand in front of you niggas?

Why would I go and give money to niggas?

Don't even know what I done to these niggas

Yet, I got bad news, I ain't done with these niggas

You can get turned, but you will get burned if you stand too long, I'm the sun of these niggas

Traumatized, I'm high plenty inside

I hope to leave a landmine where the enemy hide

Know yo' semidei, I'm just sayin' you gon' remember these times

Don't you try to come by just timidly slide

Times five I high rise, I'm not acknowledging the fuck shit

Fuck sick, I got the A's I'm not the one to fuck with

I realized I'm not Kennedy guys

Like the nigga that shot John I invented these crimes, I- 

Tłumaczenie