Текст песни: Outro + перевод

BYLUG Almighty, we can’t be touched

One of a kind man

They’ll never be no niggas like us, man

You better believe it

Fell off bounced back, fell off bounced back

Got cookie in my wood that I mixed with some wax

Got 20 in my pocket like a long sleeve lac

Yeah, I got it for the low if I don’t know you I attacks

All white whips last year we did it all black

Hit Saks, fuck up the check I get it right back

Then we back in VIP you can find me blowing thrax

And them killers watchin' me, yeah you know they got my back nigga

Sit down with your 'this my first Rollie' ass

Better never speak on my name with your phoney ass

Askin' do we got his own and move his homie’s bag

You can have the cash and I’ll show your nosey ass

Bitch, we fuck the streets up

Got niggas fuckin' up they ree up

Runnin' off on they connect, tryna keep up

You see us, I ain’t just rapping nigga

Pushin' spaceships through the slums laughin' nigga

Used to borrow a car for videos, that shit stopped

Test drove the coupe once, next day it got copped

Your CD flopped, you at the pawn shoppers

Was 'bout to get the Bentley but that might’ve got us all hot

I got me a bad bitch and I got a side one

She got her a bad bitch and she got a side one

Clique full of hoe niggas where you get your mind from

gon' see that money, who he get his eyes from

When I spit it, better feel it, from the realest

Some niggas get it and they spend it but I get it back

No love for a freak bitch, I can’t get attached

'Cause when a nigga need a light I couldn’t get a match

So, I’m shittin' on you niggas and bitches

Niggas gossip like bitches, most niggas is bitches

I’ma pull up on your boys, have you lookin' suspicious

Like where he get his ice from and how did he get it

They lookin' for handouts, I’m whippin' bands out

Nigga get it in on your own and get up off your man couch

I run shit and they ran out, outta money

We run shit now they nose runnin', nigga

A lotta niggas talk good but they don’t do shit

They don’t move shit, they don’t cruise whips

Don’t blow your pro’s, fuck around and can’t get that brick

Now these lame niggas got me back on my old tip

Kidnap your people, 50 bowls of diesel

How you feed your people, Chewin' Crew we all eatin'

Compare we not even, ten years we stay winnin'

BYLUG, this our reach I’m rich off a state switchin'

Pull up in the Bronx if you got some bowls to sell

Just like Dre CD, I’m all over with it

That cookie smell so damn good, when you open it

We came a long way from skippin' class and pourin robitussin

White paint the money light blue on some frozen shit

notice it

You get what you negotiate, not what you supposed to get

Nigga you can’t show me a verse or a OG zip

I had a bar when I was a kid don’t go to

I’m glad re-opening

Motherfuckers really think you broke because you sold some shit

But I know you seen my old dude, flexing like a broken wrist

Bronx down BYLUG, they made 'cause I got plugs

My people always on so I don’t gotta buy drugs

Ridin' with your bitch dawg, I just got the mob up

Glock in my console, you better call it don’t pop up

All that fuck nigga shit don’t concern me

How you the richest nigga and you drive a Journey

How you a favorite trapper and you ain’t even got it nigga

I was on my month, they told me

I used to be fucked up, I’m bout to be rich though

You already rich nigga, but you a bitch though

I tote pistols with ladders and shit

I hate to leave your brain all splattered and shit

You know how savages get

My name Roc, I’m a bull

I get respect, niggas love me I got pull

I feel like fuck niggas ain’t no competin'

I ain’t stretchin', gettin' murdered I was too busy eatin'

When it comes to shit talkin' I’m the motherfuckin' coldest

I took your bitch to the room she bust that pussy open

You not a OG, you went to jail for sucker strokin'

If you got a problem with it all, I’ll bust ya head open

I’m posted on the Mile, jewelry worth a 100 thou'

I went to war for this chain boy, I know blade proud

We shut the whole Instagram up

I know this fake ass rappers can’t stand us

real niggas

Cross one in my team, guarentee chopper scream

and Dre, Bling we got shit we can’t speak on

'Cause that’s the story untold

Under pressure, I swear to God none of my niggas gon' fold

Hit the club, in the club we the niggas that close

Steady chasin' money cause it’s Stack Season

In Beast Mode just lookin' for a reason

This our turn we ain’t never leavin'

Mob ties for real, will leave your family grievin'

They ain’t want us to be shit that’s just motivation

Ten cars on white, back to back, hi haters

First off fuck them niggas and them damn chains

That’s a piece of shit you should be damn ashamed

Jay Hicks ain’t nothing but another Lamb'

All his ice on one goddamn chain

All his white hogging one goddamn lane

Steady talkin' down on niggas, steady stressin' frames

Bullshit about no buzz is you serious, cuz?

Nigga, really, really serious, cuz?

«They ain’t gon' play you on the radio», think I give a fuck

And we gotta be the villains cause we are winnin'

And I never back down, hold my chin up

When I see you outta ice your chin tuck

1 against 50, bet I try my luck

40 on my neck, 20 on my wrist

80 on my whip and I ain’t got sense

BYLUG