Текст песни tOlD mE (Lil Yachty) с переводом

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

I’ma tell you like a nigga told me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you go broke, better go pick up a ski

I be Gucci’d down, I got sick of Louis V

Think I’m 'bout to drown, diamonds straight up out the sea

I be puttin' it down, know my haters sick of me

They gon' bite a nigga style 'cause my shit on fleek

Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang, we geeked

Told the concierge, «Point me to the penthouse suite»

Lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak

Better not pay a bitch, she gon' fuck me for the free

Water on my wrist drippin', think it got a leak

If a nigga play with me, then my niggas gon' tweak

Fuck-fuck what ya heard, only speak on what ya see

Bitches-bitches watchin' me like a fuckin' TV

Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe, beep, beep

Say that she ain’t heard of me, told the bitch she sleep (Ooh)

Truth be told, a lot of niggas runnin' out of guap (Guap)

Say they havin' paper but they really out of stock (Broke)

On Instagram cappin' but you sleepin' on a cot (What?)

If you ain’t gettin' no money, why you posted on the block? (What?)

Say that that’s ya bitch, I got my dick up in her twat (Euh)

I’ma let her drown, I got no feelings for the thot (No)

VVSs lookin' like some dried up snot (Ice)

In other words, I just put some boogers in the watch (Woo)

I can teach a young nigga how to get rich (Cash)

Rule number one, never fall for the bitch (No, no, no)

Rule number two, keep it solid with your clique

And if you lookin' like a lick, keep a fully-loaded stick (Ooh)

Bitch, I really got it, so I pop a lotta shit (Bitch)

Guess the nigga mad 'cause I’m fuckin' on his sis (Bitch)

I’ma send a hit before I ever send a diss (Bah)

Catch a nigga loafin', I’ma pop one like a cyst

These niggas look up to me, the streets fuckin' with me

Because it ain’t no cap in my rap (No)

My ho keep trippin', she says I’m always in the lab

I’m just perfectin' my craft (Woah)

I did not have me no coach when I jumped in the streets

In the jungle, I had to adapt (Mmm)

I am not selfish when it come to money or bitches

I’m gon' split 'em both with my pals (Ooh)

I’ma tell you like a nigga told me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you go broke, better go pick up a ski (Ski)

I be Guccied down, I got sick of Louis V (V)

Think I’m 'bout to drown, diamonds straight up out the sea

I be puttin' it down, know my haters sick of me

They gon' bite a nigga style 'cause my shit on fleek

Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang, we geeked

Told the concierge, «Point me to the penthouse suite»

Lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak

Better not pay a bitch, she gon' fuck me for the free

Water on my wrist drippin', think it got a leak

If a nigga play with me, then my niggas gon' tweak

Fuck-fuck what ya heard, only speak on what ya see

Bitches-bitches watchin' me like a fuckin' TV

Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe, beep, beep

Say that she ain’t heard of me, told the bitch she sleep

Niggas be sleepin', huh?

Niggas be sleepin', Tempur-Pedic but they be peakin', huh?

Bitches be tweakin', huh?

Pistol be peakin' out the side, you niggas be geekin', huh?

Ooh, I let these lil' niggas have it

Ten-ten thousand dollars on a automatic

T-t-ten thousand, throw it on a acrobatic

My bitch smoke on sweet aromatics

Bitch, how you bossin' sleepin' on a mattress?

Your bank account dry, stiff, cactus

I-I-I got them racks, splurge, Saks Fifth

You not a boss, bitch, you a actress

Politic with politicians

Dripped out the school 'cause I didn’t wanna pay for admissions

Rather writing composition

Wrote up a rap that got me richer than a deacon

I-I-I got that lil' pussy leakin'

Seen you in flight, you my bitch for the weekend

I don’t give a fuck if these niggas don’t like me

Let 'em know they jewelry do not excite me

Let 'em know I never rented a whip

Pink-pink slip everything that I own

A-a-and I spazz on everything that I’m on

New Tommy gun, bitch, I’m Lil Boat Capone

I’ma tell you like a nigga told me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

If you go broke, better go pick up a ski (Ski)

I be Guccied down, I got sick of Louis V (V)

Think I’m 'bout to drown, diamonds straight up out the sea (Sea)

I be puttin' it down, know my haters sick of me

They gon' bite a nigga style 'cause my shit on fleek

Smokin' dope up out the pound with the gang, we geeked

Told the concierge, «Point me to the penthouse suite»

Lil mama tryna act sweet but we know that she freak

Better not pay a bitch, she gon' fuck me for the free

Water on my wrist drippin', think it got a leak

If a nigga play with me, then my niggas gon' tweak

Fuck-fuck what ya heard, only speak on what ya see

Bitches-bitches watchin' me like a fuckin' TV

Pull up-pull up on the curb in a coupe, beep, beep

Say that she ain’t heard of me, told the bitch she sleep