Pera Umiikot Lyrics Lyrics English Translation by Uncle Dags
New sound in your ears
Rumbling one after another, all hit songs
Music’s on the billboard.
Trap after trap, so much more to reload.
So much more to reload.
Rap after rap while money keeps spinning.
While money keeps spinning.
While money keeps spinning.
That bastard who sharpened it
So it got even sharper
When what you’re doing is bad
The worse it comes back at you
I pushed myself even harder
When reality slapped me
Fuck, I straightened up
Knock knock, here’s the glock
Wack wack, here’s the mac
Black on the face, back glass
Heavy, 4-5, etiva
More lies every hour
Bok pipe, just not white, you don’t like?
Then don’t, ’cause if I don’t see it
The skill’s a bit off, plus the face guard, and the gang
I can’t tell if it’s kinda the end even if it’s obvious
Just ability to make noise
I’m not just the pretty one, so for the chicks who wanna get close
There’s no kitty, so you can’t go live, man, so digital
Like Bruce Wayne so weep, I’ll crush your curse on the curb
I got that so much, yes, no SOS verb
I got eyes so much change, eyes on my nerve
My Adalina, like my first name is Curve
It’s like a gif and a curse
In a corner boy, never loving a purse
Maybe second half my money, it ain’t buying birth
You can’t be seen when I’m faded, it’s blur
Hey, don’t you get hurt?
I’ma do my thing, let him talk, mind your business
One and only is my girl, I got no mistress
Not small even though we’re the biggest
Not grabbing everything from the pool, I got no missus
Kit came from the inside, I feel like Pablo
You don’t know me, your fake one’s in the bando
Didn’t change, all impact
The ones with me are the only ones with a cut
No shit, your gabat on pro tools or ace
Picks and one case, scheme with no trace
I thought about it, are your mouths without bass
You only know us by alias
Dope gang miscellaneous
Dead kid now famous
Ring ring, hotline, monoroller
Let’s spin like a ball
Meet my twing lock 17
Hot like Arizona
Go around it like a roundabout, 12 lines like a bomb
Just right, not too much
Not even Armani, money is what’s multiplying
Not enemies, white is the aura
You feel it in the energy, GHR to the game, a different entity
Since Pooch dropped it, mini-me’s multiplied
My pilido’s carried, so call me papa
Solid when sober, more impact when there’s zaza
You’re still babies, your sound is for you
Ngugo gagap, bitch
I just feed on the game, oh perdigana
No rap cap, we’re not into making things up
This was hardened by time, tough in the laundry, not just concrete
If you know where it came from, you’ll get the context
Kind to the kind, don’t wait for it to turn ugly
Running down the street, so baggy shoes
They can’t stop it, yeah we on the loose
They try on the side, but ready to shoot
Blown up, blown up, no longer diffuse
Follow our wave, up up in the way
Iji ma, the kilawels, shooter of the insane
Hit the mark, that up to the main BVS on the chain, better up is the fame
Rarang on the feed of the game, game, game
That sound they’re pushing
You want it tripled when I’m the one in front
The mountain got rushed
That got hit in the game
Like 92 Jordan
Blink and you’ll come out whenever
That’s always a given but the lines are highest in the room
That’s my tanihan, I see your hate even without zoom
Always balancing but you can’t swallow it
You talk so much, all just kuda
You’re all so used to it, cover your ass
Damawang damar, the balabangs
Bang bang bang bang
(?)
The pang turned to steel
One after another
All hit songs
Music’s on the billboard
Rap after rap
So much more to reload
So much more to reload
Rap after rap
While money keeps spinning
While money keeps spinning
While money keeps spinning