Criomag Bhidio
Briathran Òran
Y’all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil’ bitch
– A h-uile dad a dh ‘fheumas TU a BHITH agad mu DJ, lil’ bitch
I’m sippin’ tea, beat what I eat
– Tha mi ag òl tì, buille na tha mi ag ithe
Kicked up the feet, no Assassin’s Creed
– Cach lam cha cha Cha Credit
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
– A ‘snàmh mar dealan-dè, a’ gath mar sheillean
Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee
– Mar a chleachdas tu an làrach-lìn agad
Accept defeat, you, I delete
– Gabh ris a ‘chùis, thu, tha mi a’ sguabadh às
My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese
– Mo bhrògan às A ‘ Ghrèig air an dèanamh le itean bho gheòidh
Counting loose leaf with the face of deceased
– A ‘ cunntadh duilleach sgaoilte le aghaidh an neach a chaochail
Count up the bread, count up the yeast
– Cunnt suas an t-aran, cunnt suas am beirm
This is for my nemesis, white folk
– Tha seo airson mo nemesis, daoine geal
If you pull up, then you’rе dead, uh-uh, rifle
– Ma tha thu a ‘ dol suas, tha thu marbh, uh-uh, raidhfil
We gon’ cross him likе the symbol on a Bible
– Tha sinn a’ gon ‘tarsainn air mar an samhla air A’ Bhìoball
Call him Spongebob ’cause he movin’ life without spinal, huh
– Aankhon mein gum ho gaya hain,
Never not woke, my gland pineal
– Cha do dhùisg mi riamh, mo gheansaidh pineal
On the patio fucking Princess’s peach, Mario
– Air an patio fucking A ‘ Bhana-Phrionnsa, Mario
Yellow Louis V overalls on me, look like Wario
– Aankhon mein gum ho jaaoo
On the mic, I’m an animal, hear the cardio through audio
– Air a ‘ mhic, is ainmhidh mi, cluinnear an cardio tro fhuaim
If you want beef, capisce (hahaha)
– Ma tha thu ag iarraidh feòil-mart, capisce (hahaha)
Smokin’ on tree, hashish (yow)
– Chadh gayi chadh gayi (chadh gayi)
She said, “No, don’t leave”
– Thuirt i, “Na gabh dragh”
Baby, I’m oh-so green (what’s that shit ’cause it better not be)
– ‘Leanabh, tha mi oh-cho uaine (dè an cac sin’ adhbhar nach eil e nas fheàrr)
We got Dracs, sticks
– Fhuair Sinn Dracs, maidean
All type of blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
– A h-uile seòrsa blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back
– Fuil air mo dhruim
Don’t get caught in a blitz (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
– Na gabh dragh (ooh-ooh-eeh-ooh-eeh-ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
– Tapadh leibh, fhuair mi pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin’ on shit, put my foot in a brick (eeh)
– A ‘ cur mo chas ann am broilleach (put my foot in a brick)
Fuck you mean? (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)
– Tha fuck u mean? (Tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha.)
Huh, oh, I’m ready (haha)
– I’m ready tha mi deiseil (haha)
Yuh (oh, shit), yuh
– Tha mi a ‘ dèanamh fiughair mhòr ris
I’m in the land of the lost, now I’m chill, Jack Frost
– Tha Mi a ‘fuireach ann An dùn èideann, tha Mi A’ fuireach ann An Glaschu
Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
– Yeah, mo chogais mar Constantine, an sabhs teth sin
Jack Skellington limbs ’cause I’m known to pop off
– Jack Skellington lims ‘ adhbhar gu bheil mi eòlach air pop dheth
And I’m one with the force, so this saber is my sword
– Tha mi a ‘faireachdainn mar gu bheil seo a’ tachairt
Got the dick tucked in like RuPaul
– Mar a gheibh thu a-mach mar A Chleachdas Tu RuPaul
Two bananas and a boat in the U-Haul (huh)
– Dà bhanana agus bàta anns An U-Haul (huh)
And the dope look sick like Wuhan
– Agus tha an dope a ‘ coimhead tinn Mar Wuhan
‘Nother brick comin’ in from Tucson (racks)
– ‘Nother brick comin’ a-steach Bho Tucson (racks)
I was too piffed up when a nigga walked in
– Bha mi ro piffed suas nuair a choisich nigga a-steach
I was servin’ up bricks at a low end (white)
– Tha mi a’ fuireach ann an dùn èideann [deasaich _ deasaich an tùs]
I got too much boof stuffed in my pants (huh, huh, huh, huh-huh-huh)
– Tha mi a ‘ fuireach ann an uibhist a deas (i am wanting to speaking our language)
I could probably fuck around
– Is dòcha gum b ‘ urrainn dhomh fuck timcheall
Build a snowman (huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh)
– A ‘ togail fear-sneachda (huh-huh-huh, huh-huh)
And it’s stone, no Mason, say I’m chillin’ with your bitch
– ‘S e clach a th’ ann, chan E Mason, abair gu bheil mi chillin’ leis a ‘ ghalla agad
It’s for him and her like Rozan
– Tha e dha Agus dhi Mar Rozan
‘Cause this shit go down when a nigga get wet
– ‘Adhbhar gu bheil an cac seo a’ dol sìos nuair a gheibh nigga fliuch
Should’ve never put your life in a ho hands
– Cha bu chòir dhut a-riamh do bheatha a chuir ann an làmhan ho
If you want beef, capisce (hahaha)
– Ma tha thu ag iarraidh feòil-mart, capisce (hahaha)
Smokin’ on tree, hashish (yow)
– Chadh gayi chadh gayi (chadh gayi)
She said, “No, don’t leave”
– Thuirt i, “Na gabh dragh”
Baby, I’m oh-so green (what’s that shit ’cause it better not be)
– ‘Leanabh, tha mi oh-cho uaine (dè an cac sin’ adhbhar nach eil e nas fheàrr)
We got Dracs, sticks
– Fhuair Sinn Dracs, maidean
All type of blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
– A h-uile seòrsa blicks (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back
– Fuil air mo dhruim
Don’t get caught in a blitz (ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
– Na gabh dragh (ooh-ooh-eeh-ooh-eeh-ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
– Tapadh leibh, fhuair mi pick (eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin’ on shit, put my foot in a brick (eeh)
– A ‘ cur mo chas ann am broilleach (put my foot in a brick)
Kick a bitch to the curb if she don’t speak with manners (hee, hee)
– Kabhi socha bhi na tha magar tujhe (yeh)
My house sit alone behind gates by the manor (hee, hee)
– Tha mo ghaol air àird a ‘ chuain (My house is alone behind gates)
My new hoes look whiter than Carlos Santana (hee, hee)
– Tha mo ghaol air àird a ‘ Chuain (Carlos Santana)
My bitch from the hood, mamas hustled on camera (hee, go)
– Tha mo ghaol air àird a ‘ chuain (My mother is on camera)
School from the ’70s
– Leabhraichean bho na 70an
Could’ve been dropped by the first time I signed for my boy
– B ‘urrainn dhomh a bhith air a leigeil sìos leis a’ chiad uair a chuir mi ainm ris airson mo phàiste
That was English like city of Oxford
– B ‘ e sin beurla mar city of Oxford
Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar
– Dìreach finessed cuid pussy, tha Mi feumach Air Oscar
I thought I want kids ’til I sat by a toddler
– Tha mi a ‘ smaoineachadh gu bheil mi airson clann a bhith agam gus an suidh mi le pàisde
Recorded two hits in one hour at Doppler (two)
– Dà amas ann an aon uair a thìde aig Doppler (dà)
I walk in my house naked holding my chopper (frrt)
– Tha mi a ‘coiseachd anns an taigh agam rùisgte a’ cumail mo chopper (frrt)
We do the same shit, we change names just like soccer
– Bidh sinn a ‘ dèanamh an aon shit, bidh sinn ag atharrachadh ainmean dìreach mar ball-coise
My jewelry box looking like Davy Jones’ locker
– Mo bhogsa seudaireachd a ‘ coimhead coltach ri locker Davy Jones
I want Addison Rae to become my doctor
– Tha Mi airson Gum bi Addison Rae nam dhotair agam
And check on my privates (woo)
– Agus thoir sùil air mo phrìobhaideachd (woo)
Put her in a skirt and a scarf like a pilot
– Cuir i ann an sgiort agus sgarfa mar phìleat
He didn’t make it past the first clip like a pilot (frrt)
– Cha do rinn e seachad air a ‘ chiad chriomag mar phìleat (frrt)
I’m sick, I need medicine before I riot
– Tha mi tinn, tha feum agam air leigheas mus tèid mi air aimhreit
My bitch pussy sweet, it help with my diet
– Mo bitch pussy milis, tha e a ‘cuideachadh le m’ daithead
Can’t go off the label, boy, I gotta eye it
– Chan urrainn dhomh a dhol a-mach às an leubail, balach, feumaidh mi sùil a thoirt air
I gotta smell, I gotta taste it
– Feumaidh mi fàileadh, feumaidh mi blas
Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt (on God, slatt)
– Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt (air Dia, slatt)
What’s this, what’s this?
– Dè tha seo, dè tha seo?
What’s that shit ’cause it better not be
– Dè a th ‘ann am fuck a chionn’ s nach eil e a ‘ fàs nas fheàrr
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (go)
– Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (go)
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (slatt, damn)
– Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (slat, damn)
Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
– Tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha, tha.
Hahaha, oh shit
– Hail hail oh shit
