IDB

English translation

I done been shot past niggas (you're tuned into the Grind Machine)

I just appreciate you saying that, Chop

I done been shot past niggas

A quarter M on Nellies, my bitch bags different

Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga

I done been had Ms

How the fuck all the hate come from friends?

She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten

Still Mr. Fuck-a-Bitch-Friend, Mr. Bust-a-Band

Mr. Pour-the-Trish-Out, I only want the red

Free my nigga Tez, my Uncle Nell

Free my nigga Ric', still ain't never bought a Jeep

Holler if you lost a bitch, I still ain't never left the East

I'ma road runnin', send more hundreds

They say they need raw shit, we got more coming

I'm the dope man still, blow, Perc, and pills

Hard for Drew to beat it, say they caught him on film

I'm a Louis Timb nigga, Saint Michael's brim nigga

Ask around, they gon' tell you that we lil' niggas

Ask again, they gon' tell you that we kill niggas

Hard for me to feel niggas, I seen statements

Hard for me to chill when I'm used to goin' crazy

I done been shot past niggas

A quarter M on Nellies, my bitch bags different

Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga

I done been had Ms

How the fuck all the hate come from friends?

She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten

Still Mr. Fuck-a-Bitch-Friend, Mr. Bust-a-Band

Mr. Pour-the-Trish-Out, I only want the red

Heard they just popped a nigga dead (fuck him)

All in the dirt (pussy)

Every time they diss, we make 'em buy another shirt

I be ballin' on the 12th same way I do the first, nigga merch

I'll never vouch for a nigga I ain't serve with

Ain't the one to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain't heard shit

I just bought a Cully, not to drive, just to swerve with

Next time a nigga shoot at mine, bitch, we purgin'

I know you niggas nervous

My side bitches be curvin'

I'll never vouch for a nigga I ain't serve with

Ain't the type to ask if I done heard, boy, I ain't heard shit

I just bought a Cully, not to drive, just to swerve with

I know you niggas heard me

I done been shot past niggas

A quarter M on Nellies, my bitch bags different

Give a fuck about a lame, I'm the last nigga

I done been had Ms

How the fuck all the hate come from friends?

She a eight at best, nigga, not a ten

Still Mr. Fuck-a-Bitch-Friend, Mr. Bust-a-Band

Mr. Pour-the-Trish-Out, I only want the red