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Lord, have mercy
– Herre, vær nådig
(Killa, killa, killa, killa)
– (Killa, killa, killa, killa)
Leave your body rottin’, lock your soul up in the black abyss (You did good, Slick)
– La kroppen din råtne, lås sjelen din i den svarte avgrunnen (Du gjorde det bra, Glatt)
Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows (It’s a Smash)
– Følg meg tilbake til helvetes porter, vi omgrupperer oss ved galgen (Det Er En Smash)
If a pussy want a— (Killa, killa, killa, killa)
– Hvis en fitte vil ha en – (Killa, killa, killa, killa)
I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss
– Jeg kan lukte duften av blod og jeg kan lukte duften av piss
Hold up
– Hold opp
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, (It’s North)
– Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, (Det Er Nord)
Ayy (Eastbloc), ayy
– Ayy (Østblokken), ayy
If a pussy want a problem (Grr), I can’t help but solve it
– Hvis en fitte vil ha et problem (Grr), kan jeg ikke annet enn å løse det
For fuckboys I’m a headache, but for bitches I’m a target (Wody-wody)
– For fuckboys er jeg hodepine, men for tisper er jeg et mål (Wody-wody)
Extra chrome retarded, should’ve been aborted
– Ekstra chrome retarded, burde vært avbrutt
Dick out like I’m Calvin, ’cause I piss on them regardless (Fuck)
– Dick ut som Jeg Er Calvin, fordi jeg piss på dem uansett (Fuck)
Two-two Perc’s, I just started
– To-to Perc ‘ s, jeg bare begynte
Four Perc’s feelin’ gorgeous
– Fire Perc er feelin ‘ nydelig
Five through nine, all for the gang, and still ain’t feelin’ nauseous (Wody-wody)
– Fem til ni, alt for gjengen, og er fortsatt ikke kvalm (Wody-wody)
Twenty Perc’s I’m talkin’ to the demons ’round me walkin’ (Yeah)
– Tjue Perc ‘s jeg snakker til demonene rundt meg walkin’ (Yeah)
Only got an hour before I’m right back to withdrawin’ (Wody-wody)
– Har bare en time før jeg er rett tilbake for å trekke meg (Wody-wody)
Catch a opp out joggin’, and send ’em on a sky walk (Grr)
– Catch a plukke opp joggin’, og sende dem på en sky walk (Grr)
Streets ain’t for everyone, that’s why they made the sidewalk (Wody-wody)
– Gater er ikke for alle, det er derfor de laget fortauet (Wody-wody)
I-I don’t really like to speak, so I just let the ice talk (Woah)
– Jeg-jeg liker egentlig ikke å snakke, så jeg bare la isen snakke (Woah)
Sippin’ on generic sprite, but you know the pint Wock’ (Wody-wody)
– Sippin ‘på generisk sprite, men du vet pint Wock’ (Wody-wody)
Bad bitch with a tight twat on my wood like Pine-Sol
– Dårlig tispe med et stramt twat på min tre som Furu-Sol
Ridin’ on some Forgiato’s in a fuckin’ write-off
– Ridin ‘ på Noen Forgiato er i en jævla avskrivning
What the fuck’s a night off? Haters havin’ type-offs
– Hva faen er en frikveld? Haters havin ‘ type-offs
Someone check these pussies and make sure they get their Midol
– Noen sjekke disse pussies og sørge For at De får Sin Midol
Who they said they with? Uh-uh, bitch, we never heard of you
– Hvem de sa de med? Uh-uh, tispe, vi har aldri hørt om deg
Think you got them Perc’s but it’s Naproxen that I’m servin’ you (Wody-wody)
– Tror du har Dem Perc, men Det Er Naproxen som jeg serverer deg (Wody-wody)
I-I-10 in a foreign coupe, probably screamin’ fuck the blue (What? Grr)
– I-I-10 i en utenlandsk coupe, sannsynligvis screamin ‘ fuck the blue (Hva? (Grr)
They askin’ what do we do, and I’m like “Well, what didn’t we?” (Wody-wody)
– De askin ‘hva gjør vi, og jeg er som ” Vel, hva gjorde vi ikke?” (Wody-wody)
Fuck all that civility, psycho shit is still in me (Ahh)
– Faen all den høfligheten, psyko dritt er fremdeles i meg (Ahh)
Demons steady temptin’ me, I’m reading Second Timothy (Wody-wody)
– Demons steady temptin ‘ me, jeg leser Andre Timoteus (Wody-wody)
Three up like the trinity, anti-social tendencies
– Tre opp som treenigheten, antisosiale tendenser
I-I can’t fuck with hoes that be fuckin’ up my energy (Wody-wody)
– Jeg-jeg kan ikke kødde med hakker som være fuckin ‘ opp min energi (Wody-wody)
Let me repeat
– La meg gjenta
Tey ain’t seein’ me, I been steppin’ on ’em, it’s the G in me
– Tey ain’ t seein’ me, I been steppin ‘on’ em, it ‘S The G in me tekster betyr: ikke se meg, jeg har vært steppin’ på dem, det Er G i meg
Got me twistin’ fingers, reppin’ on ’em (Wody-wody), keep a TEC up on ’em
– Fikk meg twistin ‘fingre, reppin’ på dem (Wody-wody), holde EN TEC opp på dem
Die for my respect at any moment, bet my life up on it (Bop, bop)
– Dø for min respekt når som helst, sats livet mitt på det (Bop, bop)
Now I’m flexin’ all on my opponents (Wody-wody)
– Nå bøyer jeg alt på motstanderne mine (Wody-wody)
Bitch with daddy issues, love to call me papa
– Tispe med pappa problemer, elsker å kalle meg pappa
Tatted 762, fell in love with choppers (Wody-wody)
– Tatovert 762, ble forelsket i helikoptre (Wody-wody)
Grey*59 the mafia, they some deal coppers
– Grå*59 mafiaen, de noen avtale coppers
Should’ve went to church, but I’m with the pill poppers (Yung Wetto)
– Skulle ha gått i kirken, men jeg sliter med pillepalle (Yung Wetto)
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
– Brunette, virkelighet, hardcore sex, blowjob, babe, store pupper, anal, cumshot, ansikts, onani
It was always gonna be (Uh), suicide the backup plan—
– Det var alltid kommer til å være (Uh), selvmord backup plan—
Wait, wait, wait, woah-oh, ain’t that— (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy)
– Vent, vent, vent, woah-oh, er det ikke – (Ayy-ayy-ayy, ayy)
Who the fuck you (Grey), think all these labels shadow banned?
– Hvem faen du (Grå), tror alle disse etikettene skygge utestengt?
Oh wait, what he mean? (Grey) Decade old industry, Taliban (Wody-wody)
– Å vent, hva mener han? (Grå) Tiår gammel industri, Taliban (Wody-wody)
Loose change at my feet, I’ll take the stage no backup band
– Løs forandring ved føttene mine, jeg tar scenen ingen backup band
Noose hangs in defeat, and I’m still the same, can’t cap the brand
– Støy henger i nederlag, og jeg er fortsatt den samme, kan ikke dekke merkevaren
Desert Camo Jeep just to pick up smack from Pakistan
– Desert Camo Jeep bare for å plukke opp smack fra Pakistan
Lurkin’ in the deep, big ol’ teeth, swim as fast as you can (Wody-wody)
– Lurkin ‘i de dype, store ol’ tennene, svøm så fort du kan (Wody-wody)
Blacked out in Japan, snort a Xan’ mixed with Zatarain’s
– Mørklagt I Japan, sniffe En Xan ‘blandet Med Zatarain’ s
Switched up, Jackie Chan, I’m the man (Damn), across the land (Wody-wody)
– Slått Opp, Jackie Chan, Jeg er mannen (Jævla), over hele landet (Wody-wody)
You don’t understand
– Du forstår ikke
You don’t really get it
– Du skjønner det egentlig ikke
I’m busy stackin’ plans, bitch, I do not check the reddit, uh (Wody-wody)
– Jeg er opptatt med å stable planer, tispe, jeg sjekker ikke reddit, uh (Wody-wody)
I don’t give a fuck, tatted “Don’t care” on my knuckles
– Jeg gir ikke faen, tatovert “bryr meg ikke” på knokene mine
I was once a young buck, always gettin’ into trouble (Wody-wody)
– Jeg var en gang en ung bukk, alltid gettin ‘ i trøbbel (Wody-wody)
Then I made my dream the point, and I popped the thought bubble
– Så gjorde jeg drømmen min til poenget, og jeg spratt tankeboblen
Scared the neighbours once or twice, look at me seein’ double (Wody-wody)
– Redd naboene en gang eller to, se på meg seein ‘ double (Wody-wody)
Yet they love to tell their friends, but try to act subtle
– Likevel elsker de å fortelle vennene sine, men prøv å handle subtilt
Now they get to know me, tell their kid to call me uncle (Wody-wody)
– Nå blir de kjent med meg, be ungen deres om å kalle meg onkel (Wody-wody)
I’m just tatted up but humble
– Jeg er bare tatovert, men ydmyk
Yeah
– Ja
Platinum plaques, sold-out tours, just some things I juggle
– Plateselskapsplakater, utsolgte turer, bare noen ting jeg sjonglerer
(I stay lowkey but y’all know me)
– (Jeg holder meg lavmælt, men dere kjenner meg)
Russia was the only country I didn’t bring any drugs to smuggle
– Russland var det eneste landet jeg ikke tok med meg narkotika for å smugle
I-I-I-I’ma hustle ’til the dust’ll settle, been like that since Russell’s (Ayy, ayy)
– I-i-i-i ‘ma hustle’ til the dust ‘ ll settle, vært slik siden Russells (Ayy, ayy)
Leavin’ bodies up in blood puddles, since I had stubble
– Leavin ‘ kropper opp i blodpytter, siden jeg hadde stubbe
Rami, Shake, Lovell, Germ, Chetta, yeah we always in a huddle (Grey, grey)
– Rami, Shake, Lovell, Germ, Chetta, ja vi alltid i en klynke (Grå, grå)
Grey*59, we turned the fuckin’ underground to a bunch of rubble uh
– Grå*59, vi snudde den jævla undergrunnen til en haug med steinsprut uh
What?
– Hva?
Anybody got anything else to say?
– Noen som har noe mer å si?
(Huh?) I didn’t think so
– (Hu h?) Jeg trodde ikke det
Ruby Da fuckin’ Cherry got a big heart, yeah (Ayy, ayy), I always flex that muscle
– Ruby Da fuckin ‘ Cherry fikk et stort hjerte, ja (Ayy, ayy), jeg har alltid bøye at muskelen
Scrim so stoic (Ayy, ayy), you might be lucky to get a fuckin’ chuckle (Wody-wody)
– Scrim så stoisk (Ayy, ayy), du kan være heldig å få en jævla latter (Wody-wody)
That’s my partner (Ayy, ayy), that’s my cousin, yeah, our family knows the struggle
– Det er partneren min (Ayy, ayy), det er fetteren min, ja, familien vår kjenner kampen
Dug our graves together (Ayy, ayy, ayy), and we threw away the fuckin’ shovels (Wody-wody)
– Gravde gravene våre sammen (Ayy, ayy, ayy), og vi kastet de jævla spadene (Wody-wody)
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa
– Tenåring, babe, sjarmerende, puling
Leave your body rottin’, lock your soul up in the black abyss
– La kroppen din råtne, lås sjelen din i den svarte avgrunnen
Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows
– Følg meg tilbake til helvetes porter, vi omgrupperer oss ved galgen
(Killa, killa, killa, killa)
– (Killa, killa, killa, killa)
I can smell the scent of blood and I can smell the scent of piss
– Jeg kan lukte duften av blod og jeg kan lukte duften av piss
Follow me back to the gates of hell, we regroup at the gallows
– Følg meg tilbake til helvetes porter, vi omgrupperer oss ved galgen
