Dub-o - Choppin Trees [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

We, we be choppin
Poppin' tops off almost everyday
Money call up and I’m on my way

[VERSE 1]
I be choppin trees, poppin tops
She like what that mean?
Break it down, let me roll this one
Please, I’ll explain
See that Hennessy, that’s that Privilege
And that Kush we smoke
You don’t even know, I swear to god that shit from Mexico
Dub-O ho, how you know my name, cuz I be grindin hard
See you everywhere, like “oh my god, you’re a superstar”
Got a buzz, I got a buzz but I’m buzzin’ in many states
Up and down that freeway with it, pump it like it’s heavy weight
You fuckin’ wit heavy weights, choppin’ trees that’s everyday
I get that money, I get that money, Man I fuck your girl in every way
My life on ten, my life on ten
Put this on my life, put this on my life
I’ma be a millionaire, I’ma be a millionaire, before the day that I die
I got doubters on deck, so my homie grip with that chopper
24 hours no rest like I’m rollin off 2 yappas
Turn it down, no stress, so much loud, no powder
Might fuck around, shoot up the bar, put 20 shots on the counter
I'm sayin'...


[Chorus]
We, we be choppin’
Poppin’ tops off almost everyday
Money call up and I’m on my way
Make your bitch wanna come and see
100 G’s, let’s count it
Tell my niggas put your guns away
Everyday gon’ be a summer day, yeahhhh


[VERSE 2]
Really came from the bottom, really came from the bottom
Now I’m flyin into my city, lookin down tell ‘em I got ‘em
I see jealousy when I’m shining
So I know who not to smoke with
EST, what’s your problem, do you not know who I roll with?
19 Double X, 19 Double X, I scar on my skin
Getting it 550, that’s Juvie the Benz, that’s Juvie in the Benz
Naw you don’t understand, No comprehend
Cause they way too slow, those hoes for the man
And bitch, I’m the man but they already know
Back to that bread, I’ma stack it, makin’ it harder to see ya
Boss decisions, I’m makin’ see that’s the difference between us
Man I be grindin’, like I’m bout to go and re-up
Got plastic crack on the scale, get you 12 grams for ur speakers
And let it bang, like “Do I Know You?”
Fuckin foolie, this that life, now let me show you
On the way to the tippie we smokin poppin’ champagne
First it’s business then pleasure and that there never will change
I’m sayin'…


[Chorus X2]