Lyrics and translation
Original
Uh, super futuristic, uh, check, fuck all the bitches. We still spinning Honda Civics.
Uh, first nigga we catch gon' bless him. Uh, oh, that's your bitch? I hit her.
Mom can't give her son no kisses, uh.
We can't show no sympathy, we learned shit in the trenches, uh. But I ain't lose none of my niggas, I only lose them to the system.
I got two APs on me right now, my left pocket all blues. Oh, that's your bitch?
She choosing. I like her too, so make room.
She tell me I'm that dude, I say, "You know you that girl.
" Fuck that passport, we can go fly to the Rock, step in my world. Might go Drac' all these buttons in the truck, BP, we thorough.
Fly to LA when I'm overstimulated, this shit real.
Muscle memory, I just gotta focus up.
I do shows in Italy, AP say, "Run my tokens up. " I had a long day at work, I got back home and tore her up.
Yeah, you know I broke her up. She can't breathe 'cause I'm chokin' her out.
Chris Webby keep pokin' on my tummy, in the bank, I got it under my arm.
Super futuristic, uh, check, fuck all the bitches. We still spinning Honda Civics.
Uh, first nigga we catch gon' bless him. Uh, oh, that's your bitch? I hit her.
Mom can't give her son no kisses, uh. We can't show no sympathy, we learned shit in the trenches.
English translation
Uh, super futuristic, uh, check, fuck all the bitches. We still spinning Honda Civics.
Uh, first nigga we catch gon' bless him. Uh, oh, that's your bitch? I hit her.
Mom can't give her son no kisses, uh.
We can't show no sympathy, we learned shit in the trenches, uh. But I ain't lose none of my niggas, I only lose them to the system.
I got two APs on me right now, my left pocket all blues. Oh, that's your bitch?
She choosing. I like her too, so make room.
She tell me I'm that dude, I say, "You know you that girl.
" Fuck that passport, we can go fly to the Rock, step in my world. Might go Drac' all these buttons in the truck, BP, we thorough.
Fly to LA when I'm overstimulated, this shit real.
Muscle memory, I just gotta focus up.
I do shows in Italy, AP say, "Run my tokens up. " I had a long day at work, I got back home and tore her up.
Yeah, you know I broke her up. She can't breathe 'cause I'm chokin' her out.
Chris Webby keep pokin' on my tummy, in the bank, I got it under my arm.
Super futuristic, uh, check, fuck all the bitches. We still spinning Honda Civics.
Uh, first nigga we catch gon' bless him. Uh, oh, that's your bitch? I hit her.
Mom can't give her son no kisses, uh. We can't show no sympathy, we learned shit in the trenches.