Текст и перевод песни Sada Baby - Honest

Honest

RJ always trippin′, man
RJ always trippin', man
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I don′t like niggas and that's the, uh

I don't like niggas and that′s the honest to God truth (Hmm)
I′m gon' kill niggas and that′s a promise, I wanna shoot (Huh)
Slap the beam on the 45, AR make 'em take a nosedive
Big ol′ 40, we don't got no 9′s
Chopper chop off a nigga whole side

Pussy, we get to movin' shit like RVin'
I fuck your bitch and change my clothes like I′m Clark Kent
And ayy, I′m that nigga that like to start shit
Walk out that bar, no headlights, get this car lit (Ayy)
I'm a workin′ ass nigga with no time for games
You's a perpin′ ass nigga, you all kinds of lame
Baby twerkin' with them Perkys in her Prada thang
Up this FN, you not my friend, don′t say not a thing
Kiss your bitch on her neck, make her coochie rang
I put cream on her face, now she Gucci Mane
Tooda Man, that's my twin 'cause we shoot the same
Want so much more, ′bout to tell Hush make me a hookah chain
I whoop a bitch with the belt like I′m Pootie Tang
Sada ting at the trap, gotta move the yay
And I hold the chopstick like a ukulele
In the Yukon, u-turn, bust your brain
Why I make you need a towel? 'Cause we party wild
And your daughter love a nigga more than Barbie dolls
And your son love a nigga more than action figures
But he ′bout to lose a father figure when I whack them niggas
And I just bought 12 Percs off Tire Man
And I got more work than Allen Iverson
Got more money than your grandaddy retire with
And I'm in every bitch crib like a Fire Stick
I′m in every bitch crib like some UGG boots
I be in every bitch face like, "I love you"
Lyin' straight to them bitches is what thugs do
Up my 5 on them bitches is what Bloods do
I be in every nigga face like, "Fuck you"
A freaky man, hit your bitch with that ooh-wee-ooh
That skillet, man, hit that man with that rug-a-roo
Lay the smack down on you niggas or I Roody-Poo, bitch

I don′t like niggas and that's the honest to God truth (Hmm)
I'm gon′ kill niggas and that′s a promise, I wanna shoot (Huh)
Slap the beam on the 45, AR make 'em take a nosedive
Big ol′ 40, we don't got no 9′s
Chopper chop off a nigga whole side

Honest

RJ's always tripping, man
RJ's always tripping, man
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I don't like people and that's the, uh

I don't like people and that's the honest to God truth (Hmm)
I'm gonna kill people and that's a promise, I wanna shoot (Huh)
Slap the beam on the 45, AR make 'em take a nosedive
Big ol' 40, we don't got no 9's
Chopper chop off a person's whole side

We get to movin' things like we're RVing'
I'll sleep with your partner and change my clothes like I'm Clark Kent
And ayy, I'm that person that likes to start shit
Walk out that bar, no headlights, get this car lit (Ayy)
I'm a hard working person with no time for games
You're a lying person, you're all kinds of lame
Baby twerking with them Percocets in her Prada thing
Up this FN, you're not my friend, don't say a thing
Kiss your partner on their neck, make their private parts ring
I put cream on their face, now they look like Gucci Mane
Tooda Man, that's my twin because we shoot the same
Want so much more, about to tell Hush to make me a hookah chain
I whoop someone with the belt like I'm Pootie Tang
Sada thing at the trap house, gotta move the cocaine
And I hold the chopstick like a ukulele
In the Yukon, u-turn, bust your brain
Why do I make you need a towel? 'Cause we party wild
And your daughter loves me more than Barbie dolls
And your son loves me more than action figures
But he's about to lose a father figure when I whack those people
And I just bought 12 Percocets off Tire Man
And I got more work than Allen Iverson
Got more money than your grandaddy retired with
And I'm in every person's crib like a Fire Stick
I'm in every person's crib like some UGG boots
I be in every person's face like, "I love you"
Lyin' straight to them is what thugs do
Up my 5 on them is what Bloods do
I be in every person's face like, "Fuck you"
A freaky man, hit your partner with that ooh-wee-ooh
That skillet, man, hit that man with that rug-a-roo
Lay the smack down on you people or I will, bitch

I don't like people and that's the honest to God truth (Hmm)
I'm gonna kill people and that's a promise, I wanna shoot (Huh)
Slap the beam on the 45, AR make 'em take a nosedive
Big ol' 40, we don't got no 9's
Chopper chop off a person's whole side