More songs by Mellow Rackz
Description
Loud, bold energy that makes the floor vibrate beneath your feet and the air seem to thicken with bass. Here, it's all about control and playing to the crowd: money, movement, power, bodies moving in unison. Words fly like sparks from iron - fast, burning, sometimes meaningless, but that's what makes them so captivating.
The music works like a carnival of power: an ironically pompous spectacle where every ‘drop’ sounds like a command and every new rhythm like a challenge. The result is a mixture of chaos and ecstasy, in which even the dirt is presented brilliantly, as if in the neon lights of a club at dawn.
Lyrics and translation
Original
What it's lookin' like?
What it's lookin' like?
Yeah. One day he love me, then he don't, I don't give a fuck.
I ain't mad they talk about me, it's 'cause they feelings hurt.
Don't like my pictures in real life, lil' bitch, I'm really her.
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh. I fear I ate these bitches.
Know my body sold tea, I feel like Homie Britt. Papi said I'm so dope, he got a coke addiction.
He tryna close the distance. Tryna sweep me off my feet, tryna show me different.
Bitch, my numbers goin' up just like your body count.
I heard the opps goin' broke, they wanna talk it out. You a fan, ain't you?
You the same ho that stalk me on the 'Gram, ain't you? 'Gram, ain't you? 'Gram, ain't you? 'Gram, ain't you?
Face beat when I sip my liquor. Me and my bitches popped out in the blacked out Sprinter.
BB Simmons on my belt, put it on your ass.
You hoes don't bring shit to the table, you dead weight, body bag. One day he love me, then he don't, I don't give a fuck.
I ain't mad they talk about me, it's 'cause they feelings hurt.
Don't like my pictures in real life, lil' bitch, I'm really her.
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh.
I'm just that bitch, I got comrade on my tees.
Look at my wrist, that's a whole lot of VVs.
It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's Mello.
Rich niggas all up in my DM like hello. Hey, hello, hello, how you doin'? Diamonds VVS and it's lookin' like urine.
Can't compare me to these hoes, I'm better than these hoes.
I'm the realest bitch on the globe, I travel coast to coast. Fresh Rivera on a boat, spent forty on a coat.
He wanna get freaky as snow, I hit him with a bro.
One day he love me, then he don't, I don't give a fuck.
I ain't mad they talk about me, it's 'cause they feelings hurt.
Don't like my pictures in real life, lil' bitch, I'm really her.
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh. I fear I ate these bitches.
Know my body sold tea, I feel like Homie Britt. Papi said I'm so dope, he got a coke addiction.
He tryna close the distance. Tryna sweep me off my feet, tryna show me different.
English translation
What it's lookin' like?
What it's lookin' like?
Yeah. One day he love me, then he don't, I don't give a fuck.
I ain't mad they talk about me, it's 'cause they feelings hurt.
Don't like my pictures in real life, lil' bitch, I'm really her.
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh. I fear I ate these bitches.
Know my body sold tea, I feel like Homie Britt. Papi said I'm so dope, he got a coke addiction.
He tryna close the distance. Tryna sweep me off my feet, tryna show me different.
Bitch, my numbers goin' up just like your body count.
I heard the opps goin' broke, they wanna talk it out. You a fan, ain't you?
You the same ho that stalk me on the 'Gram, ain't you? 'Gram, ain't you? 'Gram, ain't you? 'Gram, ain't you?
Face beat when I sip my liquor. Me and my bitches popped out in the blacked out Sprinter.
BB Simmons on my belt, put it on your ass.
You hoes don't bring shit to the table, you dead weight, body bag. One day he love me, then he don't, I don't give a fuck.
I ain't mad they talk about me, it's 'cause they feelings hurt.
Don't like my pictures in real life, lil' bitch, I'm really her.
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh.
I'm just that bitch, I got comrade on my tees.
Look at my wrist, that's a whole lot of VVs.
It's a bird, it's a plane, bitch, it's Mello.
Rich niggas all up in my DM like hello. Hey, hello, hello, how you doin'? Diamonds VVS and it's lookin' like urine.
Can't compare me to these hoes, I'm better than these hoes.
I'm the realest bitch on the globe, I travel coast to coast. Fresh Rivera on a boat, spent forty on a coat.
He wanna get freaky as snow, I hit him with a bro.
One day he love me, then he don't, I don't give a fuck.
I ain't mad they talk about me, it's 'cause they feelings hurt.
Don't like my pictures in real life, lil' bitch, I'm really her.
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh. I fear I ate these bitches.
Know my body sold tea, I feel like Homie Britt. Papi said I'm so dope, he got a coke addiction.
He tryna close the distance. Tryna sweep me off my feet, tryna show me different.