Текст песни Dork Rap (Rittz) с переводом

Shit, it’s 4:44 and I’m talking on my money phone

I’ve been stuntin' on ‘em all summer long

Your money gone, sweeter than some Honeycomb

Gettin' money long till you’re freaking phone bill

Go on, cut it on

Got some real homeboys, never done me wrong

You could meet us at the top then if not, well

You can fuck off and run along

People flip on you like a somersault, doin' cartwheels

Pourin' top-shelf liquor in my cocktail

The CLI-N-TEL Crew comin' like the cartel

Double-timing, but that’s how I feel

Better stay up in your lane

Get in mine, hit the guardrail

Trynna work, but the cards dealt

And still flex on ‘em like I’m doing curls with a barbell

Traffic in and out my house like it’s a yard sale

I be in the crib with a blonde bombshell

Livin' like a kingpin, did it with the inkpen

Shit I’m sayin' make sense when it sink in

I’m distinctive, pinky ring pimp

Spittin' shit that you think spin in distinction

Like the horn of a rhino, or elephant tusk

Soarin' through the sky like a pelican does

Snort a bunch of white, when I’m feelin' the buzz

You sayin' you supported, I can tell you’re jealous of us

But that’s cool with me 'cause my fanbase thick

You’re wounded again, make the band-aid stick

It’s a movement, you can shit the campaign, bitch

Light the fuse and I’m lit like a lampshade is

Every verse, I’m going on one of my rampages

Let the champagne fizz

I can show you how to get paid

But they just went and stole my template

Trynna copy me but they could never be this caliente, bitch

Time for me to bring the hardcore back

Got ‘em feeling like déjà vu

Anyone’ll get it when I’m on a warpath

And anybody in my way, I’m movin'

Then I snuck in when I seen the door crack

Then I made a new lane, make room

Little girl shit

They be on that dork rap (Swag)

Bunch of lame ass dudes

They don’t never spit no real shit

They be on that dork rap (I'm Lit)

How the fuck do you support that? (Yeah)

Thinkin' that you killin'?

What I’m hearin' is beyond whack (Sizzle)

It’s like the industry done gone mad

And I don’t ever feel shit, every single song’s bad (Fire)

Where the fuck they find these boys at?

I be on that real shit, y’all be on that dork rap (Swag)

How the fuck could you support that?

Suck my dick!

Shit, I was gonna ease up

People complainin' it’s hard to keep up

I’m like a lion inside of a herd of zebras

What, I gotta dumb it down now

'Cause everyone else sounds

Like a down south rapper with a lean buzz?

Shit, I’m like a volcano, I’m bout to erupt

Bunch of A-List rappers get a D-Plus

You say I need to go?

Please, I was better than ‘em way before the goatee

All I had was peach fuzz

Lots of refer stickin' out my Nautica trunks

I was young and makin' all my money from drugs

Rollin' all my dollars, every one is a straw

I never listened to my momma

Told me «Johnny, be good.»

Finally made it as a rapper, never thought that I would

If I knew then what I know, I’d have slowed-down

Finished school, got a degree

'Czuse it was shocking to see

This rap game is like a comedy club

But you the one that’s on stage gettin' laughed at

Puttin' dye up in your braids, wearin' man bags

Guess you need a place you can put your Tampax

Thinkin' that you’re hard

With your tattooed tears and your hand tats

I ain’t hatin' on the kids

Know a bunch of young dudes that’ll never get caught trynna flop that

One-track wonders, said they got racks comin'

All of a sudden, they got nothin'

'Cause they fucked ‘em on they contract, bitch

Time for me to bring the hardcore back

Got ‘em feeling like déjà vu

Anyone’ll get it when I’m on a warpath

And anybody in my way, I’m movin'

Then I snuck in when I seen the door crack

Then I made a new lane, make room

Little girl shit

They be on that dork rap (Swag)

Bunch of lame ass dudes

They don’t never spit no real shit

They be on that dork rap (I'm Lit)

How the fuck do you support that? (Yeah)

Thinkin' that you killin'?

What I’m hearin' is beyond whack (Sizzle)

It’s like the industry done gone mad

And I don’t ever feel shit, every single song’s bad (Fire)

Where the fuck they find these boys at?

I be on that real shit, y’all be on that dork rap (Swag)

How the fuck could you support that?

Suck my dick!

This is how y’all rap:

«I be dressed up in tie-dye

Got some old-school Vans on my feet

Bout' to go for a bike ride

Got home, ordered crab rangoons and some fried rice

Tofu for my vegan friends

They spit bars, they don’t look like they rap though

My girl’s trynna be a creep again

All up in my phone, but she don’t know the passcode

I had it bad, yo

Almost didn’t finish college

I finally got a doctorate

I coulda been a brain surgeon

Fuck that! Imma do hip-hop instead!

Everything wavy like a waterbed

Spendin' all my cash that my father lent

Ballin' out hard on my father’s bread

Go and do shows for the college kids

And jump up and down on every song like «Jump Around»

But I ain’t never heard of Everlast

Take water bottles and I sling ‘em at the crowd when I rap

You can see ‘em gettin' wetter (swag)

Got a itch on my neck from my sweater tag

Double-XL on the freshman class

Say the word ‘Lit' twenty times a day

And I say the word ‘Litty' twenty times when I text you back

Sippin' green tea out a liquor flask

Sold-out shows, ain’t no tickets left

Hella fresh, small-ass t-shirt

Something that a middle school kid would have

Everything that I wish I had, I got now

Gettin' mad love when the boy’s back in town

Beside’s Drake, I’m the GOAT, people love my accent

I’m just glad Dork Rap’s a style

Hold up dude!

Did you hear what I fuckin' just said?!

Did you hear all those bars?!

Holy shit, it’s so fuckin' lit!

Dog! Dude, this shit’s litty!

Aight, let’s go to Whole Foods

Peace