Search inside my purse to buy something worthless
Ninety-nine problems all gone in that one joint
And that neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint
I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster
With a duffle full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda
Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera
And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run
The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out
Toe tagged, don't gag, spit your gum out
Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger
I'm a manger-born puppy holding flight like a hangar do
Knife to the trachea spit, scabies and bet
The label don't like me but they pay me a grip
And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists
Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like
What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss
Ay, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
We could do this shit all night
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly
I'm couch-drunk and ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks
Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly
What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?
I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush
Screaming, "Saddle up!" like, "Fuck is beef?" Get your cattle cut, pansy
If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?
The rice and patty's cooked, nice for the chancellor
Them teeth with the gold bright, the light switches mad at us
Snapchatting panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor
I'm high and polite 'cause po-lice is in back of us
And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with
Stretching out the fifteen I had initially
Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep
We could do this shit all night
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
We could do this shit all night
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
Search inside my purse to buy something worthless
Busca dentro de mi bolso para comprar algo sin valor
Ninety-nine problems all gone in that one joint
Noventa y nueve problemas todos desaparecidos en ese porro
And that neck gold froze like he held it at gunpoint
Y ese oro en el cuello congelado como si lo tuviera a punta de pistola
I'm a bubble in the belly of the monster
Soy una burbuja en el vientre del monstruo
With a duffle full of troubles, trunk rattle in the Mazda
Con un bolso lleno de problemas, el maletero retumba en el Mazda
Ragged with the Contra, Phantom of the Opera
Desgastado con el Contra, Fantasma de la Ópera
And I'm standing on the cop's truck, stacking for the long run
Y estoy parado en el camión de la policía, apilando para el largo plazo
The bags packed, roadside with the thumb out
Las bolsas empacadas, al borde de la carretera con el pulgar hacia fuera
Toe tagged, don't gag, spit your gum out
Etiqueta en el dedo del pie, no te atragantes, escupe tu chicle
Nomadic, chrome-grabbing when it's danger
Nómada, agarrando cromo cuando hay peligro
I'm a manger-born puppy holding flight like a hangar do
Soy un cachorro nacido en un pesebre que sostiene el vuelo como un hangar
Knife to the trachea spit, scabies and bet
Cuchillo a la tráquea escupe, sarna y apuesta
The label don't like me but they pay me a grip
La discográfica no me gusta pero me pagan un montón
And you see how his day going by the state of his wrists
Y ves cómo va su día por el estado de sus muñecas
Y'all niggas busy Play-Dohing, bet the baker came swinging like
Ustedes, negros, ocupados jugando con Play-Doh, apuesto a que el panadero vino balanceándose como
What the fuck you saying? All that aiming and miss
¿Qué diablos estás diciendo? Todo ese apuntar y fallar
Ay, I'ma fuck the freckles off your bitch, nigga
Ay, voy a joder las pecas de tu perra, negro
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
Voy a cogerte hasta quitarte las pecas de tu cara, perra
We could do this shit all night
Podemos hacer esta mierda toda la noche
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
Voy a cogerte hasta quitarte las pecas de tu cara, perra
You know me, drugs out, 'front the telly
Me conoces, drogas fuera, 'frente a la tele
I'm couch-drunk and ready to fuck, count fetti and bucks
Estoy borracho en el sofá y listo para follar, contar fetti y dólares
Pack loud as that slap 'cross the belly
Paquete ruidoso como ese golpe 'a través del vientre
What's up? Fuck nigga, what's up?
¿Qué pasa? ¿Qué pasa, negro?
I'm at the deli scheming on a Fanta and a Camel Crush
Estoy en la tienda de comestibles planeando una Fanta y un Camel Crush
Screaming, "Saddle up!" like, "Fuck is beef?" Get your cattle cut, pansy
Gritando, "¡Monta!" como, "¿Qué es la carne de res?" Corta tu ganado, afeminado
If them fans only local, why them flights trans-atlantied up?
Si esos fans solo son locales, ¿por qué esos vuelos cruzaron el Atlántico?
The rice and patty's cooked, nice for the chancellor
El arroz y la hamburguesa están cocidos, bien para el canciller
Them teeth with the gold bright, the light switches mad at us
Esos dientes con el oro brillante, los interruptores de luz están enojados con nosotros
Snapchatting panty-clad baddies, I'm a bachelor
Snapchateando a chicas malas en ropa interior, soy un soltero
I'm high and polite 'cause po-lice is in back of us
Estoy alto y educado porque la policía está detrás de nosotros
And write with the same hand I smack 'em up with
Y escribo con la misma mano con la que los golpeo
Stretching out the fifteen I had initially
Estirando los quince que tenía inicialmente
Icky Thump, sticky kush lit up in a rental Jeep
Icky Thump, kush pegajoso encendido en un Jeep de alquiler
We could do this shit all night
Podemos hacer esta mierda toda la noche
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
Voy a cogerte hasta quitarte las pecas de tu cara, perra
We could do this shit all night
Podemos hacer esta mierda toda la noche
I'll fuck the freckles off your face, bitch
Voy a cogerte hasta quitarte las pecas de tu cara, perra