Paroles et traduction Kid Milli feat. Tommy Strate, JUSTHIS, Lil tachi & Swings - BOY Remix

BOY Remix

어른들 눈 감았을 때 나는 더 올라가
난 너무 높이 있어 눈높이 안 맞아
난 비행선을 타고 저기 날아가
내 피는 젊어 영원히 끓고 있잖아

I got eyes on that 4, 5, 6 mo'fuckers
겨냥해 보여줘 차이
하면 diss라니 JUSTHIS가 shots fire 한다면
It's gon' be legit as fuck right
이미 봤잖아 가 땅 파봐 나와
니 오빠인지 아저씨인지 in 무덤가에

Too many homes 내어준 인물이 바로 나야
그 집엔 Khundi, Milli, Bully, Malik
거처를 거쳐서 걔네가 거처, ayy
멀리서 봐 그게 culture ayy
근데 얘네 까먹어 3초면 땡
그래서 다시 알려주러 verse 쓰고 뱉고

일하고 사랑하고 그게 바로 인생
대단한 거 있을 거 같지만 없지 걍 버니까
질투하는 사내들 떼어놓기가 20대더라고 ayy
그깟 돈 뭐 대수라고
하면 또 급발진하는 유교사상 피해자들 예민하고
근데 난 10년 폐관 수련했어 오대수라고 ayy, yuh

Fuck ya gang shit
JUSTHIS 걍 일당백 shit
나 한 명이 크루 10개 shit
Like me and my boys we're hanging
Your necks, what's next
Bring checks or you're dead
We wait, what

Fuck ya gang shit
JUSTHIS 걍 일당백 shit
나 한 명이 크루 10개 shit
Like me and my boys we're hanging
Your necks, what's next
Bring checks or you're dead
We wait, NO:EL

Me, myself and I, my boys keep gang shit
Fuck being on some chill shit, boys, we came here
Fuck the club up 뭐야 개폼 넌 왜 있지 여기
망쳐 버리자 오늘 밤 난 gang shit (run it up)

내가 한국의 master trap
병신 제끼고 racks on stax
음악이라서 이건 못 해 세일
의미 없는 게 내 의미가 돼
내 갱 걍 깡패
Run away 이게 질리게
난 못 넘겨 너희 시비에
숨통 조여줘 더 VVS

Boom, bap, mixtape
Gotta go back, I get the bag
꽃들의 전쟁 난 절대 안 빼
세 자릿 수 땡 명품이 나의 애인
끌어내린다고 like GTA
더러운 걸로 더 take
보라 sippin' like the Wayne
평가 기준이 뭔데 병신 난 이제 깨닫네

망쳐놔 난 오늘 밤도 갱 짓
너희 물려 그만 들어와 내 구역 zone 이름 개집
좋은 거 좋은 말로 할 때 빨리 줘 싫음 뺏지
네 하트 받아먹고 사는 년이랑 내일 체크인

내 약속을 깨 이걸 밥 먹듯 해
난 반박 못 해 girl 또 미안해
내 약속을 깨 이걸 밥 먹듯 해
난 반박 못 해 girl 또 미안해
Uh, boom, bap, mixtape
Gotta go back 난 절대 안 빼
하루 기억 pass 500원 내 페이
Chromehearts 시발놈이 돼

바나나 바나나 바나나 바나나
병신 막귀 새낀 황소 좆 빨아라
올핸 내 거 팀 플레이 따윈 안 한다
사업해도 이 정도를 했단다 난
네 음악 구린 건 둘째 네 영어는 모욕
육 개월짜리 연예인은 곤혹
라이브 고자끼리 모여
빚지고 처맞고 오열

그러게 병신아 겸손했어야지
Swag 이란 단어는 어쨌든 넌 아님
내 앞에 와 존나 맞고선 멍하니
차 금방 샀는데 이제 어떡하니
부자가 될 자격 없는 남창
힙합 씬 이제 세탁을 한다
나중에 편의점에서 알바
잔돈은 가져요 수고 bye bye

Oh 아직 안 끝난 내 verse
드디어 뒤지네 십새끼덜
넌 연구 안 해 근데 뭘 바래
구걸이나 해 그래 너답게
CCTV만 없었다면 엘리코 바벨 갖다
니 광대뼈 찍어눌렀지
모르는 척하지만 좆밥 새끼야
넌 중딩 때부터 Googled me

입 꿰매든지 딴 곳 대신 찢어져
찾을 곳은 아냐 수선집
부가티 같은 건 네 운명 아냐
Now can you dig it like 부커 티

I get lit
Look at my fuckin' fit
You cannot dress like me
You don't look like me
Look at my SB's
My Nike's
My Converse slim fit
They look at me, ooh

Me, myself and I, my boys keep gang shit
Fuck being on some chill shit, boys, we came here
Fuck the club up 뭐야 개폼 넌 왜 있지 여기
망쳐 버리자 오늘 밤 난 gang shit (run it up)

Boys, we ready, boys, boys, yeah, yeah
Boys, we ready, boys, boys, yeah, yeah
Boys, we ready, boys, boys, yeah, yeah
Boys, we ready, boys, boys, yeah, yeah

That boy got fashion, they smile on me
That boy got action, they roll on me
1, 2 and action, the boy in me
I get attention, they feel on me

I get attention, they feel on me
That boy got action, they roll on me
They roll on me
So cheese homies

BOY Remix

When the adults close their eyes, I go higher
I'm so high up, our eyes don't meet
I'm on an airship, flying away
My blood is young, boiling forever

I got eyes on that 4, 5, 6 mo'fuckers
Aim and show the difference
If you call that diss, when JUSTHIS does shots fire
It's gon' be legit as fuck right
You've already seen it, go dig the ground and come out
Your brother or uncle, in the graveyard

I'm the one who gave out too many homes
In that house are Khundi, Milli, Bully, Malik
From one place to another, they reside there, ayy
Look from afar, that's culture ayy
But these guys forget in 3 seconds
So I'm writing and spitting verses to let them know again

Working and loving, that's life
You might think there's something great, but there's not, just throw it away
It's been my 20s getting rid of jealous men, ayy
What's the big deal about money?
Then again, victims of Confucianism, they're so sensitive and jump to conclusions
But I've been in seclusion for 10 years, I'm a master, ayy, yuh

Fuck ya gang shit
JUSTHIS just a one-man army shit
I'm one man, 10 crews shit
Like me and my boys we're hanging
Your necks, what's next
Bring checks or you're dead
We wait, what

Fuck ya gang shit
JUSTHIS just a one-man army shit
I'm one man, 10 crews shit
Like me and my boys we're hanging
Your necks, what's next
Bring checks or you're dead
We wait, NO:EL

Me, myself and I, my boys keep gang shit
Fuck being on some chill shit, boys, we came here
Fuck the club up, what the hell is this, why are you here?
Let's ruin it, tonight I'm gang shit (run it up)

I'm the master of Korean trap
Kick the fools aside, racks on stacks
I can't sell this because it's music
Meaningless things become my meaning
My gang is just thugs
Run away, this is getting tiring
I can't let go of your quarrel
Tighten the noose, more VVS

Boom, bap, mixtape
Gotta go back, I get the bag
War of the flowers, I'm never out
Three digits, luxury goods are my love
Pulling it out like GTA
Take more with dirty things
Look, sippin' like the Wayne
What's the evaluation criteria, you fool? I'm realizing now

I'm ruining it again, tonight's gang shit
You're infected, stop coming in, my zone's name is doghouse
While I'm being nice, give it to me quickly, if you don't want to, I'll take it
Checking in tomorrow with the girl who lives off eating your heart

I break my promises, I do this like eating
I can't argue back, girl, I'm sorry again
I break my promises, I do this like eating
I can't argue back, girl, I'm sorry again
Uh, boom, bap, mixtape
Gotta go back, I'm never out
A day's memory pass, 500 won is my pay
Becoming a Chromehearts motherfucker

Banana banana banana banana
You deaf motherfucker, suck a bull's dick
This year's mine, I don't do teamwork
I've done this much karma
Second to your shitty music, your English is an insult
Six-month celebrity is embarrassed
Live cripples gather together
Get into debt, get beaten up, and sob

You should've been humble, you fool
The word 'swag' doesn't apply to you anyway
Come in front of me, get beat up, and be dazed
You just bought a car, what are you gonna do now?
A male prostitute who doesn't deserve to be rich
Hip hop scene is now doing laundry
Later, you'll be working at a convenience store
Take the change, good work, bye bye

Oh, my verse isn't over yet
Finally, these motherfuckers are dying
You don't study, but what do you expect?
Beg, yeah, just like you
If there were no CCTV, I would've brought an Eleiko barbell
Pressed it against your cheekbones
Don't act like you don't know, you weakling
You've been Googling me since middle school

Stitched your mouth shut, but it's ripped somewhere else
It's not the place to look for, it's a repair shop
A Bugatti isn't your destiny
Now can you dig it like Booker T

I get lit
Look at my fuckin' fit
You cannot dress like me
You don't look like me
Look at my SB's
My Nike's
My Converse slim fit
They look at me, ooh

Me, myself and I, my boys keep gang shit
Fuck being on some chill shit, boys, we came here
Fuck the club up, what the hell is this, why are you here?
Let's ruin it, tonight I'm gang shit (run it up)

Boys, we ready, boys, boys, yeah, yeah
Boys, we ready, boys, boys, yeah, yeah
Boys, we ready, boys, boys, yeah, yeah
Boys, we ready, boys, boys, yeah, yeah

That boy got fashion, they smile on me
That boy got action, they roll on me
1, 2 and action, the boy in me
I get attention, they feel on me

I get attention, they feel on me
That boy got action, they roll on me
They roll on me
So cheese homies