More songs by Tay Jordan
Description
Producer: New Machine
Composer: Tay Jordan
Composer: New Machine
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yo, New Machine, what the fuck we gonna do, man?
Fam, I'm down to my last pound, my stomach's touching my back right now.
My petrol tank's past E, man, I've got the lines on my shit.
It's all bad.
-Yo, Machine! -Yeah, down to my last pound.
Petrol tank's on E.
Still find me in the street.
Blew my last bag last week. Down to my last pound.
Petrol tank's on E.
Still find me in the street.
Still waiting on the re-up. If Cali don't land, I'ma go Cunch.
Last zoot, let me roll up. If I don't hit a lick, I'ma go nuff. Hands to the sky, so hold up.
The end is cold, but I'm colder. You backstabbed, so I look over my shoulder.
These niggas snakes, so I can't trust a soul, cuz.
I got beats, so I gotta get a. I'm down to my last pound. They say you can't throw stones from a glass house.
But I'm out selling stones from the glass house.
They just kicked down the door to my munch house. Got me rolling with the work in the car now.
If the jakes hit the lights, I'ma blast out. Feel like old Chef when I ball out.
Never hold down a job 'til the first round , yeah.
Down to my last pound. Petrol tank's on E.
Still find me in the street.
Blew my last bag last week.
Down to my last pound. Petrol tank's on
E.
Still find me in the street.
Still waiting on the re-up.
English translation
Yo, New Machine, what the fuck we gonna do, man?
Fam, I'm down to my last pound, my stomach's touching my back right now.
My petrol tank's past E, man, I've got the lines on my shit.
It's all bad.
-Yo, Machine! -Yeah, down to my last pound.
Petrol tank's on E.
Still find me in the street.
Blew my last bag last week. Down to my last pound.
Petrol tank's on E.
Still find me in the street.
Still waiting on the re-up. If Cali don't land, I'ma go Cunch.
Last zoot, let me roll up. If I don't hit a lick, I'ma go nuff. Hands to the sky, so hold up.
The end is cold, but I'm colder. You backstabbed, so I look over my shoulder.
These niggas snakes, so I can't trust a soul, cuz.
I got beats, so I gotta get a. I'm down to my last pound. They say you can't throw stones from a glass house.
But I'm out selling stones from the glass house.
They just kicked down the door to my munch house. Got me rolling with the work in the car now.
If the jakes hit the lights, I'ma blast out. Feel like old Chef when I ball out.
Never hold down a job 'til the first round , yeah.
Down to my last pound. Petrol tank's on E.
Still find me in the street.
Blew my last bag last week.
Down to my last pound. Petrol tank's on
E.
Still find me in the street.
Still waiting on the re-up.