DFWE Lyrics English Translation by Miky Woodz
(feat. Myke Towers)
Yeah, I got street smarts like since ninth grade
Many would like to give me a beatdown like John Lennon
Dressed in black, sped up, I feel like Venom
With these fakers, nah, I don’t *** with ’em
And with these schemers, nah, I don’t *** with ’em
The one who switched up and switched back, I don’t *** with ’em
With the gossipers I don’t want nothin’, I don’t *** with ’em
I don’t need nothin’ from nobody, I don’t *** with ’em
Light a blunt leaving the shows, another day, another ***
She wants me to make her head nod in the Tahoe
Professor, you don’t see the style, come, refine the flow
They got the movie on ***, but their pockets on low, yeah
I post something online and the hate comes fast
The whores you mess with are all blown up now
What you frontin’ for, ***? You ain’t about nothin’
I bring ’em to Puerto Rico and hide out in Samana
You’re a lowlife, don’t call me “Bro”
The last one who dissed us straight up got stabbed
This was built by hand, man, nobody gave me a boost
When they saw the diamonds, then everybody believed in me
Plus the piece, in case you act too tough
I don’t *** ’em out of malice, I do it for fun
And that’s even though I haven’t reached my best version yet
Killin’ ’em with my success is worse than a slap
I got street smarts like since ninth grade
Many would like to give me a beatdown like John Lennon
Dressed in black, sped up, I feel like Venom
With these fakers, nah, I don’t *** with ’em
And with these schemers, nah, I don’t *** with ’em
The one who switched up and switched back, I don’t *** with ’em
With the gossipers I don’t want nothin’, I don’t *** with ’em
I don’t need nothin’ from nobody, I don’t *** with ’em
I don’t *** with ’em, I don’t *** with ’em
I pull up in the whips, they say “What the ***, ****?”
Your groupies, I look at ’em and now they’re mine
We’re tired of the Rolls-Royce, give ’em the umbrella
The work cookin’ on the stove
We’re cool with the killers and the drug dealers
I’m goin’ to heaven or to hell when God says
I smoke like a Rastafari, Bam Bam Bilan
I go on vacation to St. Barts, Aruba or The Bahamas
All these hypocrites suck up to me
Do things right today so you’re not embarrassed tomorrow
Money tall like Wembanyama
We arrive at the club, nine hundred deep
The shorty is lookin’ for me to put the tourniquet on her
I get her quick like a Glock with a switch
I put the coat on you, send someone to tag you
I got street smarts like since ninth grade
Many would like to give me a beatdown like John Lennon
Dressed in black, sped up, I feel like Venom
With these fakers, nah, I don’t *** with ’em
And with these schemers, nah, I don’t *** with ’em
The one who switched up and switched back, I don’t *** with ’em
With the gossipers I don’t want nothin’, I don’t *** with ’em
I don’t need nothin’ from nobody, I don’t *** with ’em
Ha-ha
Light It Up
Pass me that Goyard backpack, all the accessories are in there
Yeah-yeah
We don’t want any chorus with y’all
The association of Los 90 Piketes, you hear?
Young Kingz
I’m gonna lie to you, my love
Miky Woodz
On this one I’m with Myke Towers, baby
Tell me
Ah
Check it, indicating Saox, check it, indicating Yozay
Young Kingz, baby
What up?
Light one up and let’s make money
Easy Money