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Lirika
(Skelez, oh, my God)
– (Skelez, Oh, Xudoyim)
Can’t nobody tell me shit ’cause I got cutters, motherfucker
– Hech kim menga axlatni aytolmaydi, chunki menda kesgichlar bor, onaxon
Bitch, I’m Virgil ’til I die, no, I can’t be nobody other
– Bitch, men o’lgunimcha Virgilman, yo’q, men boshqa hech kim bo’la olmayman
Told my chopper that the only thing we got is just each other
– Chopperimga biz olgan yagona narsa faqat bir-birimiz ekanligini aytdi
I’m the type that need the walls up when they bowlin’ ’cause I’m gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)
– Men devorlarga muhtoj bo’lgan Turman, chunki ular axlatga sabab bo’ladi (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I ain’t fucked your sister, bitch, I’m just a motherfucker
– Men sizning singlingizni sikmaganman, kaltak, men shunchaki onaxonman
Nah, I’m lyin’, I knocked her ass down too and we got in lots of trouble, ugh
– Nah, men lyin ‘ emasman, men ham uning eshagini pastga taqillatdi va biz muammo poda bor, uf
“Fuck Mexican OT and fuck his raps, he’s just a bitch”
– “Meksika otini siking va uning Raplarini siking, u shunchaki kaltak”
Ho, I’m Virgil ’til I die, and, oh, yes, sir, I’m with the shits (fah, fah, fah, fah)
– Ho, men o’lgunimcha Virgilman va, oh, ha, janob, men shits bilanman (fah, fah, fah, fah)
On 288, swingin’ elbows like I’m in the UFC
– 288-da, men UFCda bo’lganim kabi tirsaklarni silkiting
My chopper got a mind of its own, so if it shoot, it ain’t on me
– Mening chopper o’z fikrini bor, bas, u otib, agar, bu menga emas
I stay after F because I’m a G
– Men F dan keyin qolaman, chunki men G
Bad bitch with me, she stay on fleek
– Men bilan yomon kaltak, u fleekda qoladi
Miami Heat, up and shoot, shoot a three
– Mayami Heat, yuqoriga va otib, uch otib
Call my chopper “Kick” because it knock out a knee
– Chopperimni “tepish” deb chaqiring, chunki u tizzani taqillatadi
Yes, bitch, I’m cutthroat, no love, ho
– Ha, kaltak, men qotilman, sevgi yo’q, ho
We gon’ get ’em done, foe
– Biz bajaramiz, dushman
Hop out with these sticks, I told my tío, “Let that mug blow”
– Bu kaltaklar bilan amalga Hop, men t unctorco aytdi, “bu krujka zarba bo’lsin”
Mismatch my designer, got me feelin’ like I’m Lud Foe
– Nomuvofiqlik mening dizaynerim, meni Lud dushmanim kabi his qildim
If the bitch can’t afford my watch, then I ain’t got time for a itty-bitty broke ho (uh-huh, uh-huh)
– Agar kaltak mening soatimni ololmasa, unda menda vaqt yo’q itty-bitty azonni sindirdi (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
– Ayo, bu meksikalik otmi?
Can’t nobody tell me shit ’cause I got cutters, motherfucker
– Hech kim menga axlatni aytolmaydi, chunki menda kesgichlar bor, onaxon
Bitch, I’m Virgil ’til I die, no, I can’t be nobody other
– Bitch, men o’lgunimcha Virgilman, yo’q, men boshqa hech kim bo’la olmayman
Told my chopper that the only thing we got is just each other
– Chopperimga biz olgan yagona narsa faqat bir-birimiz ekanligini aytdi
I’m the type that need the walls up when they bowlin’ ’cause I’m gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)
– Men devorlarga muhtoj bo’lgan Turman, chunki ular axlatga sabab bo’ladi (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I was deep in that water, swimmin’ with them fishes
– Men bu suvda chuqur edim, ular bilan suzaman baliqlar
Them crash dummy missions, I was jumpin’ fences
– Ularni Crash model vakolatxonalari, men jumpin ‘ to’siqlar edi
I came out of the mud like a victim of ditches
– Men loydan ariqlar qurboni kabi chiqdim
Everywhere I go, got a Glock in my britches
– Qaerga borsam, mening britchesimda Glock bor
Cut ’em up, now the doctor givin’ ’em some stitches
– Kesib oling, endi shifokor ba’zi tikuvlarni beradi
A beam on the yopper, I ain’t never missin’
– Yopperda nur, men hech qachon sog’inmayman
Double Ds on the cutter, Nina got extensions
– To’sar ustida Double Ds, Nina kengaytmalar bor
In the Southside of Texas, double cup, we sippin’
– Texasning Southside, ikki kubogi, biz sippin’
Southside steppin’, I’m player made
– Southside steppin’, men futbolchi qildi emasman
I pour up a four, mix it with Minute Maid
– Men to’rttasini to’kib tashlayman, uni Minute Maid bilan aralashtiraman
If it’s drama you want, we pull up where you stay
– Agar siz xohlagan drama bo’lsa, biz siz turgan joyni tortib olamiz
I ain’t callin’ ’em ’cause I want deep hitter stains
– Men qo’ng’iroq qilmayman, chunki men chuqur dog’larni xohlayman
Ready for war, I’m strapped up like a soldier
– Urushga tayyorman, men askar kabi bog’langanman
The tooley gon’ knock his head right off his shoulder
– Tooley Gon ‘ boshini yelkasidan yiqitdi
I’m actin’ a fooley while pushin’ a stolo
– Men ahmoqman, stoloni itaraman
My grandma make cookies, they got me on slow-mo
– Mening buvim Cookie qilish, ular sekin-mo meni bor
Virgil, you have everything under control
– Virgil, sizda hamma narsa nazorat ostida
It is all in your mind
– Hammasi sizning fikringizda
The world is now in your hands
– Dunyo endi sizning qo’lingizda
Finish him
– Uni tugating
Can’t nobody tell me shit ’cause I got cutters, motherfucker
– Hech kim menga axlatni aytolmaydi, chunki menda kesgichlar bor, onaxon
Bitch, I’m Virgil ’til I die, no, I can’t be nobody other
– Bitch, men o’lgunimcha Virgilman, yo’q, men boshqa hech kim bo’la olmayman
Told my chopper that the only thing we got is just each other
– Chopperimga biz olgan yagona narsa faqat bir-birimiz ekanligini aytdi
I’m the type that need the walls up when they bowlin’ ’cause I’m gutter (uh-huh, uh-huh)
– Men devorlarga muhtoj bo’lgan Turman, chunki ular axlatga sabab bo’ladi (uh-huh, uh-huh)
