Текст песни: Duffle Bag + перевод

Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track

Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap

Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel

And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac

Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac

Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac

Swinging bending quarters

I’m just hanging with the homies

If you’re hatin' then I bet we leave you right where you’re at

And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em

«You can smell the bass from my clothes»

And we keep a tight circle 'round here

We don’t know you, okay, you’re too close

And I put it down I rep for my coast

I’m a real player I rep for my coast

All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram

Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost

They been knew about me since I was 19

Huffing and puffing and burning these trees

I mess with that liquor but never codeine

Chasing and stacking up all my money

That my goal in this life was a girl on her knees

In the back of that back, I just want you to see

All of the differences of you and me

If I said it I meant it, ain’t no in between

Riding in the old school, that’s right

No insurance in the parking lot of Best Buy

Next to the movie theater in Fayetteville

Kicking flavor with the homies

Maybe pop a few pills

I’m just trying to show you how I live

Struggle with addiction

I’m just trying to tell you how it feel

When the nicotine in my blood

It’s the feeling, it’s the high, boy that’s all I love so

I got a middle finger to the haters

Not interested in the potential of living better

Been affected by the substantial amount of limits

That’s indoctrinated me believin' that I’ll never get it

ClayCo shawty, tell me where you from

Riverdale to Jones are the places that I love

But the places are at war with everything I’ve become

So I gotta level up and I’m doing it just for fun, aye

Peace up, A-Town down

Diamonds in my crown, gold in my mouth

I ain’t never seen you around here

But you throwing up the hood

Playa can you tell me where your momma house

Peace up, A-Town down

Diamonds in my crown, gold in my mouth

I ain’t never seen you around here

But you throwing up the hood

Playa can you tell me where your momma house

Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track

Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap

Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel

And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac

Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac

Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac

Swinging bending quarters

I’m just hanging with the homies

If you’re hatin' than I’ll bury you just right where you’re at

And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em

«You can smell the bass from my clothes»

And we keep a tight circle 'round here

We don’t know you, okay, you’re too close

And I put it down I rep for my coast

I’m a real player I rep for my coast

All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram

Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost

Little Rock on the east side of the city if you really wanna come and kick back

with a mac

Looking at the youngins, they be getting to the money chuck full of D’s all

like Shaq in the back

Shoutout to the homies, they can get it legal

But they law got me looking real bad for the fact

That a white man rape they gon' give him three months and a nigga 10 years for

a stack of ???

They ain’t tryna hear it though, you just fantasize while they damage lies

Hanging in the balance, count it I am spiritual

Take a fish turn it to a Gyarados

Game recognize game

I ain’t really one you wanna play with it

Without a hesitation we riding for reparations

I’mma need a Cadillac and a chain with it

Same image and I need the paint with it

Window frame tinted yeah mean the whole thing

When you see me lane switching

I’mma pick up all of my hood

And we gon' ride out til we in God’s hands

I ain’t kidding, like not even a little, cat

I’m trying to perfect flows

With the work let’s go wanna figure how I got even a little trap

I blacked out on the way, oh where the widows at?

I know you see me out in

We was really with it from the jump

So I do this for my homies that I know be living in the slums

Went to college from the ghetto, now I swear the music getting dumb

Me and Alex off in the Buckhead Church, just chicken on 'em with the drums, ooh

Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track

Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap

Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel

And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac

Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac

Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac

Swinging bending quarters

I’m just hanging with the homies

If you’re hatin' than I’ll bury you just right where you’re at

And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em

«You can smell the bass from my clothes»

And we keep a tight circle 'round here

We don’t know you, okay, you’re too close

And I put it down I rep for my coast

I’m a real player I rep for my coast

All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram

Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost

Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track

Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap

Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel

And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac

Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac

Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac

Swinging bending quarters

I’m just hanging with the homies

If you’re hatin' than I’ll bury you just right where you’re at

And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em

«You can smell the bass from my clothes»

And we keep a tight circle 'round here

We don’t know you, okay, you’re too close

And I put it down I rep for my coast

I’m a real player I rep for my coast

All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram

Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost