GreedyGanG - Who Shot Ya [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Tru Eden]
Uh.. Thoughts in my mind, lost in my head
Thinkin bout the top shorty wanna go to bed
Never sleep i just plot out my scheme
Tryna million master mind my American Dream
All these niggas wanna talk all my niggas wanna eat
Reppin double G Greedy be the gang
Jersey be the name if you know me shorty ask me if I'm lonely
I said show me why you came
Rollin with the gang solo dolo here go your
Feet on the track tryna catch this money train
So i beat up the track like im Tyson in the ring
None illa trilla let em quote what im sayin
Remember me like im Arthur, Martin im the king
All i saw was a dream get it all with my team
Pussy niggas couldn't fuck with a nigga like me
Now im back on these beats with the pack im a beast
Break it down bringing it back to the streets
Hit the trap with the strap give a fuck about the beef
The world fucked up and im fucked up with it
Hit it when im raw and im a fucked up nigga
Rollin fuckin stone got me fucked up trippin
Play your fuckin role and jersey be the menace

[Caution]

Who shot ya ? They say whoever did it was proper
Heard he ain't comin back but hit my phone if he pop up
Gloves mask and a skully do em right like I mopped up
Silencer silence the lambs like Clarice wen I knock huh
I'm Anthony Hopkins Disrespectful like Hopsin
Ain't money switch the topic I leave The bitches to gossip
Cuz they love it like they love a nigga
If you don't know the difference from guns & butta den u a sucka nigga
Fuxkin lame, I'm up sum change and I'm thinkin to make it stretch
Like the 9th inning these niggas winnin lets make a bet
I'm puttin 50 on my youngin who thuggin like lil reese
I get em smoked chief keef thats 3 hunna for the beef
And s/o to my nigga $teeze we got everything u need
I wish u niggas would backwoods get blown breeze
I'm tellin bitches blow me I'm on the way to the rollie
Niggas hatin cuz I'm 20 and ballin jus like ginobli
Tryna take me out kobe and derrick don't need permission from parents
Or no clearance ill kill everyone that u cherish nigga
I'm poppin now this shit sickenin who thinkin different
I'm xan mixin wit lean but don't forget the business
These niggas bitches I'm organizing a hitlist
Gotta get the drop first for I check em make sure he finished
Nigga
I'm up 30 but I still won't put u niggas in
And if it's war den it's war bitch lets get it in
Greedy

[Banx$]
Right ..Its Banx$..Two big G's Pussy (Haha)
We Boutta get it in ..Look ..Uh
I got a snubbed nose revolver and it catch the shells
Connect fronted me a brick cuz i stretch it well
Fiends snorting up the coke and the rest in hell
Then let a nigga try to burn us then he rest in hell
You can't trust a nigga askin how much on ya scale
Its big business with the biscuit niggas know the deal
So do you really wanna go to war ?
Which one of yall hold the four ?
Which one of yall seen the pound ?
Which one of yall really raw ?
Yo caut, why these niggas talkin beef shit ?
No compartment in the car these truies where my piece sit
Aim the AO out the window let that thing kick
And yall ain't bussin back so stop talkin bout that street shit
These fake ass niggas sending hate through a sneak diss
And its so sad cuz young Banx$ is slept on
But i can wake em up with three bars from my next song
But lets see if they still get wild when the teck drawn
You ain't fitted ski mask and my teck on
I black in the booth its pitch black in my sessions
Big mack in his pack with hollow points from my weapon
I spill forreal these niggas mad cuz im next on
Im so jersey got the tat on my stomach my wratchet keep dumpin
You faggots keep on actin and bluffin
You rattin for nothin you bitch made niggas is sick
Im bout to give a bitch made nigga bitch my dick Pussy