Criomag Bhidio
Briathran Òran
I mean the ears like vitamin C
– Tha mi a ‘ ciallachadh na cluasan mar bhiotamain C
I mean yellow like bright as a bee
– Tha mi a ‘ ciallachadh buidhe mar shoilleir mar seillean
I mean the sun like bright as can be
– Tha mi a ‘ciallachadh a’ ghrian cho soilleir ‘ s as urrainn a bhith
F80 knot you, tie it to me
– F80 snaidhm thu, ceangail e rium
Just to get from A to B and ain’t drive it to see
– A-mhàin gus faighinn bho A Gu B agus nach eil a ‘ dràibheadh e gus fhaicinn
The Palais, the Eiffel, Army won’t turn the parades off
– Cha tionndaidh Am Palais, An Eiffel, Armachd na caismeachdan dheth
God bless Takeoff
– Beannachd Leibh Takeoff
I said I want the Rolls Royce with the drapes off
– Tha mi a ‘ dol a dh’fheuchainn ris na Gillean a thoirt air falbh
And it ain’t electric so it’s way off
– Agus chan eil e dealain agus mar sin tha e slighe air falbh
Send it back
– Cuir air ais e
Sending for the Gordo pies?
– A ‘ cur airson na piseagan Gordo?
Picked up the Turo and drive
– Thoir air Falbh Agus ruith
Straight up the 405
– Dìreach suas an 405
The way that the boarders designed
– Ciamar a tha luchd-ceannach a ‘ smaoineachadh
I’m feeling like the lord of the skies
– Tha mi a ‘ faireachdainn mar thighearna nan speur
Arms like 2:45
– Mar mar 2: 45
Hit ’em, make sure that he dies
– Dèan cinnteach gu bheil e marbh
That text, won’t never reply
– An teacsa sin, cha fhreagair mi gu bràth
The Feds came and collected my guys
– Thàinig Na Feds agus chruinnich iad mo ghillean
The rain pours and I’m hearing it cries
– Tha an t-uisge ann agus tha mi a ‘cluinntinn e a’ caoineadh
Went from heaters up to fevers up
– A ‘ dol bho teasadairean suas gu fevers suas
Bitches in the back, the seat is up
– Suidheachain, suidheachain suidheachain
Now I’m ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A
– A-nis tha mi deich tursan An E. B. I. T. D. A
If you let the money talk, who speaking up
– Ma leigeas tu leis an airgead bruidhinn, cò a bhruidhneas suas
I’m sleepwalking, y’all don’t dream enough
– Tha mi a ‘cadal, chan eil a h-uile duine a’ bruadar gu leòr
My third passport, I ain’t seen enough
– An treas turas, chan eil mi air fhaicinn gu leòr
If you can breathe up there, it ain’t steep enough
– Mas urrainn dhut anail a tharraing, chan eil e ro fhadalach
The scale don’t lie, you ain’t even us
– Chan eil an sgèile na laighe, chan eil thu eadhon dhuinne
(Yeah)
– (Seadh)
Shorty want me hit her like an archer
– Shorty ag iarraidh orm bhuail i mar archer
But I’m not desperate, so I starve her
– Ach chan eil mi desperate, mar sin tha mi starve aice
How we fit 30 studs in the collar
– Mar a chuireas sinn 30 studs anns a ‘ cholair
Open the sunroof, wave to my father
– Fosgail a ‘ghrian, tonn do m’ athair
Remembering the shipments at the Portsmouth Harbor
– A ‘ cuimhneachadh air na luingean aig Cala Phort Rìgh
Something for the face-numbers and the nodders
– Rudeigin airson na h-aghaidh-àireamhan agus na nodan
Grew up playing real life Contra
– Dh’fhàs suas a ‘ cluich Fìor Bheatha Contra
“Never give up,” that’s the mantra
– “Na leig seachad gu bràth,” sin an mantra
Lifting all this weight, now I live behind the gate
– A ‘togail a’ chuideam seo gu lèir, a-nis tha mi a ‘fuireach air cùl a’ gheata
Should DJ the way they digging through the crates
– Bu CHÒIR DJ an dòigh a tha iad a ‘ cladhach tro na cliathan
You niggas busting bricks on a plate
– Mar a chuireas tu bricichean air plàta
I need more space to make paste
– Feumaidh mi barrachd àite airson paste a dhèanamh
The wrap houses running out of tape
– Na taighean fillte a ‘ ruith a-mach à teip
The drug money busting out the safes
– An t-airgead dhrogaichean a ‘ sguabadh a-mach na sàbhalaidhean
Scammers running in and out of Chase
– Luchd-siubhail A ‘ tighinn a-steach Agus a-mach À Sìona
Bottle service running out of Ace
– Seirbheis botal a ‘ ruith a-mach à Ace
Went from heaters up to fevers up
– A ‘ dol bho teasadairean suas gu fevers suas
Bitches in the back, the seat is up
– Suidheachain, suidheachain suidheachain
Now I’m ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A
– A-nis tha mi deich tursan An E. B. I. T. D. A
If you let the money talk, who speaking up
– Ma leigeas tu leis an airgead bruidhinn, cò a bhruidhneas suas
I’m sleepwalking, y’all don’t dream enough
– Tha mi a ‘cadal, chan eil a h-uile duine a’ bruadar gu leòr
My third passport, I ain’t seen enough
– An treas turas, chan eil mi air fhaicinn gu leòr
If you can breathe up there, it ain’t steep enough
– Mas urrainn dhut anail a tharraing, chan eil e ro fhadalach
The scale don’t lie, you ain’t even us
– Chan eil an sgèile na laighe, chan eil thu eadhon dhuinne
