Текст песни Dynamic Duo (Kasher Quon) с переводом

I’m mad as hell 'cause Spirit delayed my flight

Me and Teejay had a show in Miami to go to tonight

Just got an opp address, we gon' go tonight

A couple days later they was postin' this nigga candlelight

He wasn’t even from the hood, he was from Sterling Heights

Finna knock a nigga out and go viral, record the fight

What you got put on the weed? That nigga only said five

Took a petty-ass loss, boy, I can’t believe you cryin'

If the opps in this party, then everybody dyin'

Your bitch saw me out in traffic like, «That's really Kasher Quon»

Got caught with stolen credit cards but they let me out on bond

He was 'bout to sell the last deuce, but I came right on time

Everybody say they fuckin' with the punches or the slides

Mad at the cashier 'cause she told you it declined

At first he had a Scatpack, now he askin' for a ride

At first she had her own crib, now she tryna stay at mine

What, you ain’t got your own 'fits? Nigga, you tryna buy mine?

I just punched my mama bills on Comcast dot-com

I think the city bad luck, I’m 'bout to move out of town

He tried to slide in Walmart and left out with a frown

And he say he smokin' Runtz, man, that shit Bobby Brown

Wearin' them old ass 'fits, boy, that shit out of style

You ain’t up no dog, shit, I can tell that you down

You need to junk that old car 'cause that bitch too loud

Your bitch was on her period, I told her put her head down

I’m off a four of Hi-Tech, I’m 'bout to go to bed now

Told your bitch to come over, bitch, come over now

I treat your bitch like a dog, tell her, «Roll over now»

The opps havin' funerals, piss on they casket in the ground

Ridin' in a Scatpack, you in a Victoria Crown

Rushing in on my face, they keep telling me it’s down

I just went to Walmart and I tore that bitch down

And I saw you in there too, but you got a low amount

Please hit my DM if you got a bank account

Try to run off with the cheese and you know we staking out

'Cause when I got your log-in I saw the address to your house

Treat a nigga like a fancy dinner how I take him out

You know that bitch got thirty bodies and you still ate her out

My pops ran off with a bow, I’m 'bout to take this nigga out

This shit really surprise me what niggas doin' for some clout

You on the stand testifying? Lil' nigga, you a mouse

Had to shoot up the liquor store, I seen a nigga on the Ross

Too addicted to the lean, poured that shit in my Voss

You ain’t got enough for it, boy, stop asking what it cost

Stingy like Mr. Krabs when it comes down to my sauce

Got chased by a fat mall cop, he look like Rick Ross

Like I’m hooping with this nigga, hit him with a criss cross

My bitch ain’t tryna let me fuck, this shit got me pissed off

Now I’m in my DM’s, probably 'bout to trick off

Told the bitch I wanna fuck so how much do that cost?

Niggas lookin' at my 'fit like, «How much do that cost?»

Sent the AR bullet to his head and I knocked his cap off

I just jugged my bitch lil' cousin and he from Utah

I just got a couple bows in in the U-Haul

My mama sad she tryna move, punched her a U-Haul

When you walk in my house, nigga, take your shoes off

Remember back in middle school, fucking in the school office

My shirt says Givenchy, yours say Pink Dolphin

She ain’t never smoke Runtz, I can tell by how she coughin'

Your bitch keep lurking my page, dawg, I think I got a stalker

My lil' brownskin bitch and I call her KeKe Palmer

Finna catch this nigga slipping at his own housewarming

I just slid down on a nigga at his own house party

A bitch just called my phone and I think she need forty

Last night I had a dream I went to jail this morning

'Cause I kidnapped a nigga and them motherfuckers caught me

Pop a nigga while I’m on Instagram Live, screen record him

Jugged a fat nigga from Cali, and he look like E-40

You at the gas station scraping up change for your 40

It costs fifty to re-up on a quarter, but you only got forty

It costs forty to pay your phone bill but you only got thirty

Fuck the bitch so hard, she said, «What, you tryna hurt me?

Heard about your boyfriend, that lil' nigga, he a turkey

He ain’t got ninety-nine cents to grab three beef jerkies

Lil' lame ass nigga, caught him on Instagram jerking

Niggas watching my page, on Instagram lurking

He called for a Hi-Tech, hit him with dish detergent

'Cause niggas tryna drink lean and they ain’t even got a purpose

This bitch must be out of her mind, tellin' me she a virgin

I can tell if Wock' hit 'cause the shit be too purple

Lil' nerdy ass nigga, boy, you look like Steve Urkel

Niggas 20 years old and they still got a curfew?

Since you was sneak dissing on the 'Gram, I’ma hurt you

Lil' dawg a sneakerhead, I just scammed my own nephew

Sixty for a three-five, I’m smoking on Fruity Pebbles

He went to jail for a week and turned into a fruity pebble

I just poured an eight of red, I’m 'bout to turn into the devil

My bitch say she wanna leave, go ahead, 'cause I’ma let you

Popped my cousin in the alley, I’m 'bout to bury him with a shovel

I just fucked his lil' bitch, now she wanna chill and cuddle

A nigga tried to hit a lick, I popped his ass like a bubble

Invested in a couple houses, I’m on a whole different level

I just ordered iPhones, in who name? My lil' nephew

Finna paralyze an opp and turn him into a vegetable

Somebody need to get they bitch, she keep grabbing on my testicles

Told my bitch, «You got potential and you cute, so I’ma invest in you»