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