Origineel
[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Bitch, I’m a hustler, flex like a wrestler
White girl from Russia, spread her like mustard
Feeling no pressure, yeah, we get slept on
Cool ‘cause my bread long, I’m in her like tampons
Jelly that’s and one, pink like I’m Cam’ron
Carats like Anwar, bitch it’s no fair ones
Vintage like Flintstones, icey, them big stones
Ballin’ like Jim Jones, Flatbush, that is home
Talk out yo’ mouth, front and that bitch gone
Damn Zombie, got like ten hoes
Grabbing ass, that’s a handful
Zombie show, line around the block
Hard work took us to the top
[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot]
Uh, it ain’t easy, it ain’t easy (Nope)
Used to be my ace boon coon and now you coon on TV (All bad)
Swear the shit I’m seeing, don’t believe the seasons (Why?)
Only way I fall is if I crack my kundalini, sweetie
Here’s a tip, form your own opinions out this bitch
Herd of niggas on the side and they don’t hurt my confidence
I’m a born sinner winning, everything I gotta be
I’ma wear the thing out, like New York fashion week
She a freak, fit physique, she done came up on the beat
For the block, got the Glock tote, designer boxer briefs
What you see? She bougie? She don’t wear no D&G
Freakily, hold your key, in the suite I’m counting sheep, sleep
[Verse 3: Nyck Caution]
Bitch I’m a hustler (Yeah), don’t fold under pressure (Woo)
After I fuck you, I’ma forget ya (Forget ya)
Not gonna text ya (Nah), flex like a wrestler
Give me a weapon (Yeah), that’s ruthless aggression (Woo)
Feel like I’m Usher, this my confession (‘Fession)
The rest of y’all weak as the closer you get to suspecting
[Verse 4: Meechy Darko]
Bitch I’m a hustler, tall like a wrestler
Reach and my bread long, fuck like a porn star
Sex is impressive, she be coming in seconds
Counting my sins, skippin’ my blessings
So much aggression, take a look at my necklace
Take a look at my life, nigga, you can’t do better
[Verse 5: Kirk Knight]
You see my reflection (‘Flection), I need a whole section (Section)
Bottles and bottles and bottles and bottles, I know it’s excessive (‘Cessive)
She call me a jerk, she getting rejected
Spent that dough, I get injected
Keep that toolie undetected
I keep count of all my blessings
Get in tune or disconnected
Look, you see in my eyes, I’m not lazy (Lazy)
Beast mode, you can’t tame me (Tame me)
Never sold my soul, are you crazy? (Crazy, haha)
I’m on the road, with the gang, Beast
[Verse 6: CJ Fly]
I’m on tree just like an ornament
Your breathe is hot you might want a mint
You her boy toy but she want a man
You more like our subordinate
Line you up, send the coordinates
Went to PR ‘cause I want a tan
I’m a twenty on a scale of one to ten
We got matching rings like we the Wonder Twins
I am not playing like I’m on the bench at a game
‘Cause the ref fouled me out for a tech
I shoot the trey in they face leave you jaw dropped
I’m puttin’ the points up ‘cause I’ve been the best
Beast Coast the team, no I’m not with the Nets
I shoot my shot, every time it’s all net
If we overseas, then I Euro step
We Warriors, all my guys shootin’ like Steph
[Verse 7: AKTHESAVIOR]
Run you over if you in the way, there ain’t no beep-beep
Quick to bang and I’m with the gang, strapped like a CP
Switched the lanes, yeah, my rap done changed and ya’ll get street sweeped
Hit the stage, she gon’ suck the team, just for a retweet
Niggas be clones, but they ain’t the owner
Fathered your style, now give me my tokens
It’s been a while, like I was in coma
Now that I’m back, I’m king like a cobra
Sipping the Act, and y’all get it slower
She say I’m tense, got knots in my clothin’
Diamonds they dance, she bending it over
She got a man, but live in the moment (Uh)
[Outro: Zombie Juice]
Bitch, I’m a hustler, flex like a wrestler
Bitch, I’m a hustler, flex like a wrestler
Bitch, I’m a hustler, flex like a wrestler
Bitch, I’m a hustler, flex like a wrestler
Vertaling
[Verse 1: Zombie Juice]
Trut, ik ben een ritselaar, buig als een worstelaar
Wit meisje uit Rusland, smeer haar als mosterd
Feeling no pressure, yeah, we get sleept on
Cool ‘cause my bread long, I’m in her like tampons
Jelly that’s and one, pink like I’m Cam’ron
Carats like Anwar, bitch it’s no fair ones
Vintage like Flintstones, icey, them big stones
Ballin’ like Jim Jones, Flatbush, that is home
Talk out yo’ mouth, front and that bitch gone
Damn Zombie, got like ten hoes
Grabbing ass, that’s a handful
Zombie show, rij rond het blok
Hard werk bracht ons naar de top
[Verse 2: Erick Arc Elliot]
Uh, it ain’t easy, it ain’t easy (Nope)
Vroeger was je mijn beste maatje en nu ben je een maatje op TV.
Swear the shit I’m seeing, don’t believe the seasons (Waarom?)
De enige manier waarop ik val is als ik mijn kundalini breek, liefje
Hier is een tip, vorm je eigen mening over deze trut
Herd of niggas on the side and they don’t hurt my confidence
Ik ben een geboren zondaar die wint, alles wat ik moet zijn
I’ma wear the thing out, like New York fashion week
She a freak, fit physique, she done came up on the beat
For the block, got the Glock tote, designer boxer slips
Wat zie je? Is ze bougie? She don’t wear no D&G
Freakily, hou je sleutel, in de suite tel ik schapen, slaap
[Verse 3: Nyck Caution]
Bitch I’m a hustler (Yeah), don’t fold under pressure (Woo)
After I fuck you, I’ma forget ya (Vergeet ya)
Not gonna text ya (Nah), flex like a wrestler
Geef me een wapen (Yeah), dat is meedogenloze agressie (Woo)
Voel alsof ik Usher ben, dit is mijn bekentenis (‘Fession)
The rest of y’all weak as the closer you get to suspecting
[Verse 4: Meechy Darko]
Bitch ik ben een hustler, lang als een worstelaar
Reach and my bread long, fuck like a porn star
Sex is impressive, she be coming in seconds
Counting my sins, skippin’ my blessings
Zoveel agressie, kijk eens naar mijn ketting
Take a look at my life, nigga, you can’t do better
[Verse 5: Kirk Knight]
You see my reflection (‘Flection), I need a whole section (Sectie)
Flessen en flessen en flessen, ik weet dat het overdreven is (‘Cessive)
She call me a jerk, she getting rejected
Besteed dat geld, ik krijg een injectie
Keep that toolie undetected
Ik tel al mijn zegeningen
Get in tune or disconnected
Kijk, je ziet in mijn ogen, Ik ben niet lui (Lazy)
Beast mode, you can’t tame me (Tem me)
Nooit mijn ziel verkocht, ben je gek? (Gek, haha)
I’m on the road, with the gang, Beast
[Verse 6: CJ Fly]
I’m on tree just like an ornament
Je adem is heet, je wilt misschien een pepermuntje
Jij bent haar speeltje maar zij wil een man
You more like our subordinate
Line you up, send the coordinates
Ik ging naar PR omdat ik een kleurtje wil.
Ik ben een twintig op een schaal van een tot tien
We hebben dezelfde ringen alsof we de Wonder Twins zijn
Ik speel niet alsof ik op de bank zit bij een wedstrijd
‘Cause the ref fouled me out for a tech
Ik schiet de trey in hun gezicht en laat je kaak vallen
I’m puttin’ the points up ‘cause I’ve been the best
Beast Coast the team, no I’m not with the Nets
I shoot my shot, every time it’s all net
If we overseas, then I Euro step
Wij Warriors, al mijn jongens schieten zoals Steph
[Verse 7: AKTHESAVIOR]
Run you over if you in the way, there ain’t no beep-beep
Quick to bang and I’m with the gang, strapped like a CP
Switched the lanes, yeah, my rap done changed and ya’ll get street sweeped
Hit the stage, she gon’suck the team, just for a retweet
Negers zijn klonen, maar ze zijn niet de eigenaar
Vader van je stijl, geef me nu mijn penningen
It’s been a while, like I was in coma
Now that I’m back, I’m king like a cobra
Sipping the Act, and y’all get it slower
She say I’m tense, got knots in my clothin’
Diamonds they dance, she bending it over
She got a man, but live in the moment (Uh)
[Outro: Zombie Juice]
Trut, ik ben een ritselaar, buig als een worstelaar
Bitch, I’m a hustler, flex like a wrestler
Bitch, I’m a hustler, flex like a wrestler
Bitch, I’m a hustler, flex like a wrestler