Translation of the song lyrics Cañonazo - Kaydy Cain, Cookin Soul

Cañonazo (original)

Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don’t want niggas sounding like me… on no album!
You know what I’m saying?
That’s all man
And you’ll be a better man
And you gonna come out on your own way
Word up
Whatever how you gonna take it man, fuck it
(Cookin' Soul!)
I got a beat, I got a bitch
Así que tengo un negocio, que más decir
Esos pussys rapers dicen que no sé rapear
Los pongo a bailar, pra pra pra pra pra prá
Tengo 24 puta y una es más
Puta que las demás
Antes no me hacía caso ahora no me deja en paz
Pero lo voy a aprovechar
La voy a poner a trabajar, a hosear
Tú no tienes putas que te vayan a pillar
No es de extrañar que nunca nos veamos
Yo ando donde los kilos y tú andas donde los gramos
Y si no estuviera ganando dinero a lo mejor te haría caso
Pero ese no es el caso
Tengo que hacer más dinero para cubrir lo que me gasto y
Para pagar al abogado
Los pobres ya no son tan pobres pregunta a joven filete
Tú cuentas mentiras mientras yo cuento billetes
Como los sugus en el par y 24/7
Y tú hablando de mis dientes
En el estudio grabando con un par de putas
Una haciendo twerk, otra haciéndose las uñas
La vida que llevo es la que me gusta
Por eso me odian por eso se frustran
Niggas be biting mad styles and shit from niggas, man
Dios sabe que no tengo nada que demostrar
Shine on your own shit
(No sé, no sé)
Quieren encerrarme y sólo él puede juzgarme
He tenido que salir para encontrarme
Si no entiendes lo que digo es que no has pasa’o hambre
Gracias a los Takers es que nunca necesité llaves
Hay muchos que hablan, pocos que hacen

Cañonazo (translation)

Let me tell these niggas something, God
I don't want niggas sounding like me… on no album!
You know what I'm saying?
That's all man
And you'll be a better man
And you gonna come out on your own way
word-up
Whatever how you gonna take it man, fuck it
(Cookin' Soul!)
I got a beat, I got a bitch
So I have a business, what else to say
Those rapper pussys say I don't know how to rap
I make them dance, pra pra pra pra pra
I'm 24 whore and one is more
whore than the others
Before he didn't pay attention to me now he won't leave me alone
But I'm going to take advantage of it
I'm going to put her to work, to hose
You don't have whores who are going to catch you
No wonder we never see each other
I walk where the kilos and you walk where the grams
And if I wasn't making money, maybe I'd listen to you
But that is not the case
I have to make more money to cover what I spend and
To pay the lawyer
The poor are not so poor anymore ask young steak
You tell lies while I count bills
Like the sugus in the pair and 24/7
And you talking about my teeth
In the studio recording with a couple of whores
One twerking, another doing her nails
The life I lead is the one I like
That's why they hate me that's why they get frustrated
Niggas be biting mad styles and shit from niggas, man
Lord knows I have nothing to prove
Shine on your own shit
(I do not know, I do not know)
They want to lock me up and only he can judge me
I had to go out to find myself
If you don't understand what I'm saying, it's because you haven't been hungry
Thanks to the Takers is that I never needed keys
There are many who speak, few who do