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Origineel

[Intro] Sos' baby Bandana boys Cap or die Yup, yup BG, L Put the K to your face DJ's on the beat so this a banger [Chorus] These niggas acting like they want smoke They don't really want smoke They don't really want smoke, ayy, ayy Baby, my watch cost a condo Pocket full of hunchos 'Bout to pull up in London, ayy, ayy These niggas acting like they want smoke They don't really want smoke They don't really want smoke, ayy, ayy Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight Still got the Glock with the green light Sometimes shit don't seem right But that's just what it be like [Verse 1] I remember runnin' 'round high school with a tool, thinkin' I'm cool I played duh-duh-duh-cooly, didn't have the flu either Rocking my jewels Probably pull up to the high school reunion, look at my coupe I cannot hoop but I know some niggas that really know how to shoot Fuck you think you? You don't fuck with me then I don't fuck with you Thought we was cool We gon' come out the blue and give your ass the blues Stick go Kanye, scoopity scoop My son mama say he been bad, I'm like, "Ooh, what he do?" [Chorus] These niggas acting like they want smoke They don't really want smoke They don't really want smoke, ayy, ayy These niggas acting like they want smoke They don't really want smoke They don't really want smoke, ayy, ayy Baby, my watch cost a condo Pocket full of hunchos 'Bout to pull up in London, ayy, ayy Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight Still got the Glock with the green light Sometimes shit don't seem right But that's just what it be like [Verse 2] Come get your bitch, she on my heels Tryna pull up in heels, 'cause I live in the hills Shorty know I keep it real, you ain't really from the field Ice got me on chill, been running up the mills But we not gon' give, Kool-Aid man, oh yeah Turn a nigga to a car, put some bands on him His mans ran on him, so I had to put my mans on him Think he hot, throw a tan on him If he got the drip, we gon' swim on him, ayy [Chorus] These niggas acting like they want smoke They don't really want smoke They don't really want smoke, ayy, ayy These niggas acting like they want smoke They don't really want smoke They don't really want smoke, ayy, ayy Baby, my watch cost a condo Pocket full of hunchos 'Bout to pull up in London, ayy, ayy Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight Still got the Glock with the green light Sometimes shit don't seem right But that's just what it be like [Verse 3] Came through stuntin', smoking on skunk Bitch we want it, bitch we done it Bitch them fifties, bitch these hundreds Like I ain't got it, bitch I'm on it Can't run out of gas, can't be stuck Tell me the price, can't be much Niggas be talking like they can't get touched We gon' knock 'em down, you can help em up And I don't give a fuck Tadoe come cook 'em, pick 'em up Get your forty-four (Finish 'em) It's a whole lot of bullets left You wanna take it there? We can take it there You lil' soft ass teddy bear Put the K to your face, give you the Glock And make you kill yourself [Chorus] These niggas acting like they want smoke They don't really want smoke They don't really want smoke, ayy, ayy These niggas acting like they want smoke They don't really want smoke They don't really want smoke, ayy, ayy Baby, my watch cost a condo Pocket full of hunchos 'Bout to pull up in London, ayy, ayy Lately, I been wearin' my jeans tight Still got the Glock with the green light Sometimes shit don't seem right But that's just what it be like

 

Vertaling

[Intro] Sos' baby Bandana jongens Pet of sterf Yup, yup BG, L Put the K to your face DJ's op de beat dus dit is een banger [Chorus] Deze nikkers doen alsof ze willen roken Ze willen niet echt rook Ze willen niet echt roken, ayy, ayy Baby, my watch cost a condo Pocket full of hunchos 'Bout to pull up in London, ayy, ayy Deze nikkers doen alsof ze willen roken Ze willen niet echt roken Ze willen niet echt rook, ayy, ayy Lately, I've been wearin' my jeans tight Still got the Glock with the green light Sometimes shit don't seem right But that's just what it be like [Verse 1] I remember runnin' round high school with a tool, thinkin' I'm cool I played duh-duh-duh-cooly, didn't have the griep either Rocking my jewels Probably pull up to the high school reunion, look at my coupe Ik kan niet hoepelen maar ik ken een paar nikkers die echt weten hoe ze moeten schieten Denk je dat? Als je mij niet naait, naai ik jou ook niet. Dacht dat we cool waren. We komen uit het niets en geven je de blues Stick go Kanye, scoopity scoop Mijn zoon mama zegt dat hij slecht is, Ik ben als, "Ooh, wat hij doet?" [Chorus] These niggas acting like they want smoke Ze willen niet echt roken Ze willen niet echt roken, ayy, ayy These niggas acting like they want smoke Ze willen niet echt roken Ze willen niet echt roken, ayy, ayy Baby, my watch cost a condo Pocket full of hunchos 'Bout to pull up in London, ayy, ayy Lately, I've been wearin' my jeans tight Still got the Glock with the green light Sometimes shit don't seem right But that's just what it be like [Verse 2] Come get your bitch, she on my heels Tryna pull up in heels, 'cause I live in the hills Shorty weet dat ik het echt hou, je bent niet echt van het veld Ice heeft me op de kast gejaagd. But we not gon' give, Kool-Aid man, oh yeah Turn a nigga to a car, put some bands on him His mans ran on him, so I had to put my mans on him Denk je dat hij heet is, doe hem dan een kleurtje op If he got the drip, we gon't swim on him, ayy [Chorus] These niggas acting like they want smoke They don't really want smoke Ze willen niet echt roken, ayy, ayy These niggas acting like they want smoke They don't really want smoke They don't really want smoke, ayy, ayy Baby, my watch cost a condo Pocket full of hunchos 'Bout to pull up in London, ayy, ayy Lately, I've been wearin' my jeans tight Still got the Glock with the green light Sometimes shit don't seem right But that's just what it be like [Verse 3] Came through stuntin', smoking on skunk Bitch we want it, bitch we done it Bitch die vijftigjes, bitch deze honderdjes Like I ain't got it, bitch I'm on it Can't run out of gas, can't be stuck Vertel me de prijs, kan niet veel zijn Negers praten alsof ze niet geraakt kunnen worden We gaan ze neerhalen, jij kan ze omhoog helpen En ik geef er geen moer om Tadoe kom kook ze, pak ze op Pak je vierenveertig. Maak ze af. Er zijn nog een heleboel kogels over. Wil je het daar overnemen? We kunnen het daar brengen. Jij zachte kont teddybeer. Zet de K op je gezicht, geef je de Glock And make you kill yourself [Chorus] These niggas acting like they want smoke They don't really want smoke They don't really want smoke, ayy, ayy These niggas acting like they want smoke They don't really want smoke They don't really want smoke, ayy, ayy Baby, my watch cost a condo Pocket full of hunchos 'Bout to pull up in London, ayy, ayy Lately, I've been wearin' my jeans tight Still got the Glock with the green light Sometimes shit don't seem right But that's just what it be like