340 Squad – Bah Ouais (English lyrics)

Intro :
3.4.0 SQUAD
Cilo a cilo
Enfoiré

1st verse (Le G) :
4 guys in a car, Rodja is the one driving
We’ll (??) at 30 if you want some product
A loaded head, an Uzi in the mouth
But I remain calm like the homie Ibli
I won’t sell my soul just to dress in Gucci
(??) stashed away when I’m going back up to my cell
He’s my homie so I ride for him
But will that homie feed me

Chorus (x2)
I don’t care for the time being
Yeah
Don’t talk to me about your problems, we’re getting money
Yeah
Don’t worry we’re making it out
Tho police sirens are giving me a headache
Being that I’m loaded I hide the drugs under the porch
If I ever get busted while (??)
And as soon as I get out I take back my side pouch

2nd verse (Yadsa) :
I didn’t say that we were gonna make millions
Maybe nine hundred and fifty thousands
When I was little I fell in the cauldron
Now I sell drugs across the whole city
Watch your back, watch your back
No one is gay but everyone wants to screw you over
Pass me two eigth for a bar of hash
The cops are trying to figure out the amount of the profits
A red dot on your head, make your last prayers
You should have payed your debts, the last day was yesterday
I live from day to day like it was the last
Du synthé au quartier, joue le même rôle (??)
I’m the best passer, many photos taken from on the 2nd floor
We’re the ones that come knocking at 6 AM
The police inspector is afraid (??)
We know your little sister, du blanc quand elle veut que j’appelle tout mes soss (??)
One minute before “douze coups de midi”, full helmet, a gun and two and a half
What ever you do don’t lower the window or the grim reaper is gonna take your life away
Time passes, and it goes fast

Chorus (x2)
I don’t care for the time being
Yeah
Don’t talk to me about your problems, we’re getting money
Yeah
Don’t worry we’re making it out
Tho police sirens are giving me a headache
Being that I’m loaded I hide the drugs under the porch
If I ever get busted while (??)
And as soon as I get out I take back my side pouch

3rd verse (Braams) :
The euros bills drives us crazy, on the search for profits
Shots get fired, the place is dangerous so I avoid the cops
Watch your back my nigga because the cops are patroling
I’m with all my niggas and the Beretta, if we cross path with them it’s gonna ba a carnage
Determined like Broly, age means nothing around here
Two guys on a bike and we’re doing dirt
The arrestations, the police custodies, I’m keeping away from them for the time being
We’re after the euro bills, the money stacks
Everything is set, we’ve got what is needed in the (??)
B.A.L.T in the bendo lighting up his blunt
(??) tell them that the competition is whack
Fuck la lisspo ça je vais répéter dix balles dans la teté juste pour des billets (??)
Time is money there’s no pause in the street
We’ve made mistakes we all have our flaws
We all have homies, some are real some are fake, the cops are fans they
take our photos (X2)

Chorus (x2)
I don’t care for the time being
Yeah
Don’t talk to me about your problems, we’re getting money
Yeah
Don’t worry we’re making it out
Tho police sirens are giving me a headache
Being that I’m loaded I hide the drugs under the porch
If I ever get busted while (??)
And as soon as I get out I take back my side pouch

4th verse (MGS) :
Bitch, pay the tab or I’ll stick you up
Back where I’m from the snitches end up in a cave
6 in th emorning, nah man don’t fall asleep
Your asking me what’s in my boxers
If I spray youup you’re gonna dance the kizomba
Bike on twelve o’clock, from cilo all the way to clos
Back where I’m from the look out boys all have their eyes open
If you don’t pay you’re gonna taste the punishment
We know that you’re traumatized since I dropped “du lesa”
I’m not lecturing you this is just a correction
(??) make the rear fender scratch the concrete
You take me for a fool so I’m gonna (??) you
Since I was little homie we’ve been living a hard life
And to survive we sell that green
All those police officers who commit brutalities
Nwo you understand why we light them up
Some of my brothers got a taste of prison
L.C.S bring out the car we’re gonna do a drive by
??
Don’t think that I’m proud to make my mother cry
We grew up in bad conditions
So we became bad boys
Here comes 3.4.0 you gotta be careful

Chorus (x2)
I don’t care for the time being
Yeah
Don’t talk to me about your problems, we’re getting money
Yeah
Don’t worry we’re making it out
Tho police sirens are giving me a headache
Being that I’m loaded I hide the drugs under the porch
If I ever get busted while (??)
And as soon as I get out I take back my side pouch

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