Showtime, Pt. 2 – English Lyrics

• By: D-Block Europe

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

Look, the boy back, man, fresher up out the bing

Always there in Perth for like six on the wing

And now, none of these niggas can't see the kid

I'll be cutting through the city, lil' more tints on the sprints

30 quid in pinks and it's on me like my bling

If there's 30 in this clip and it's on me like my ting

I don't know what the fuck these niggas think

I don't trap no more, I'm in the middle making drinks

Brought a couple real ones on the bed and made a link, then we

Touch road and bust jokes 'bout the clink, then we

Find diners, make a toast to the wins

I ain't in the mix, I'm with the Mrs. in the sticks

No longer on the strip, I'm in this bitch making hits

You know me, I stay stacking up them chips

I'm tryna cop that crib for like 1.6

She getting into the mules, nigga, never been the thing

I just need my niggas to stay loyal and this cling

I just need my bitch to answer when a nigga ring

See that lion super thin when it comes to the love and hate

It got sticky like cling when them niggas caught that case

Like a fat kid, the way a nigga love this cake

But I hustle for this shit, what the fuck they wanna hate?

Where the fuck were they when a nigga was on his face?

But they were run a table when that bread was on the plate

Couple, couple times brought bread with a couple fakes

But nowadays me and them never in the same place

They still stuck in their ways

I had to get out of there

From a juvenile, my nigga robbing them thousands there

Before my juvie, I was purring M's

And I'm really from my ends, still pull up in the Benz

Not unless then ten then go times that by ten

I got them all pissed, that's why I ain't got no friends

I gave them all this inspiration, but it never made a difference

They never got it too, they never saw the vision

They got all that information 'cause your niggas started snitching

And he ain't busting case 'cause his man's be the witness

Crackers on my back 'cause the Intel

I had them crackers coming back to back for this fish scale

I made a quick seven bills from like six sales

Niggas can't get back on board 'cause that ship sailed

I got them all mad now it's home time

Did a quick six and a bit like I don't know time

Hit the ground running, then run it off in no time

Now I'm back at the Knicks like I'm Bo Tie

Loud packs only, I never did a coke line

I made a killing in the trap off them O lines

Now I'm killing this rap shit, that's my old grind

I ain't taking not unless than 20 when it's showtime