TRANSLATION’!

[Intro: Turich Benjy]

Blame it on you

I like livin' my life in danger

Blame it on you

Livin' on the edge

Livin' on the edge

Tell me you want some

Tell me you want some more

Tell me you want some

Livin' on the edge

[Interlude: Pink Siifu]

Yeah

Yeah

You know y'all only gon' get to this once, so

[Verse: Pink Siifu]

You know it's all love

You know I hate to see you stressed out and shit, smoked out and shit

Say what's on your mind

Shawty, let it out

Damn, shawty, breathe, get your rest out, take your time

She a vibe, slow (Slow)

Takе it slow (Slow)

And fly with me, get away

To my city, Saint-Tropez

México, catch a vibе

Poke your ass out, eat shabbat

You deserve to be, you on every beach

With your ass out, you're too fine

Let 'em know

Let your tits out, let 'em show

Got that freak vest

Got that Jeep, jet, got that Jeep, jet

Yeah, shawty cold

Stay on my mind every time I'm on the road

Tell that boy please, he don't want that smoke

Tell him cop that

Don't fuck with me, please, no such thing

Bitch, don't test me

Jealous nigga walkin' 'round with his chest out

Tell that nigga sit down, be for real, ho (Ho)

I ain't the nigga to check (Ho)

Nigga, just watch how you step (Ho)

I know when I see a rat (Ho)

We on the set at your neck

You know I'm one of the best

But fuck it all, let's be direct

I told 'em I'm takin' all bets

I give a fuck 'bout a list

'Cause every year, I kill this shit

Ain't no chance they could sound like that

What the fuck, man? What the fuck you know?

I tell all my niggas invest

We can still run up a check

But it can't be all 'bout a flex

For sure, once it's up, ain't no luck

We'll treat a nigga like a ref

Behind the reference, the oop on me the best

I slide like the PDF

They watchin' on top of the cliff

They 'bout to fall off on the edge

300 the way that I kick it

But I know niggas is cliquin'

I got my all on my set

But every year, these niggas switch

The way that I skip to the next

They cannot get my respect

This be the wave, it's this

On everything that I got left

Probably why I'll never rest

These niggas stay

They 'bout to see everything that I got every day

I need percentage, yeah

They need the bag on top of that bag and shit, I call it the flip

Flip, flip

Bro, real talk, though

Please watch out for niggas that you don't know

And please watch out for niggas that you call close

Surprise ending, bro, that's how the story go

We don't play that shit, no, never mind

Just keep it low-key, baby, we can ride

See you been back to back and we just sign

She'll never see a dollar sign

She could give a fuck about a dime

A hundred bottles, how they all Don?

Just don't play with death, it's like a love crime

Black on black, I think he somehow dancin'

[Outro: Turich Benjy]

'Bout that, about that time

'Bout that time

'Bout that time

(About that time)

[Spoken Outro]

Vous avez beaucoup parlé, vous avez beaucoup joué

Et aujourd'hui vous avez perdu

On est là, on est des jeunes Noirs ambitieux

On flex en léger, on est au Meurice sous Loro Piana

On sirote notre Bollinger, notre Laurent-Perrier

We win and you lose, nigga

Find me a translator, I don't think they're listenin'