Trizz & Chuuwee - Fukin Great [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook: Chuuwee]
I woke up this morning my nigga
And everything was fucking great
Finna blow a whole eighth to the face
Ain't no problems over 'round this way
Everything is great

[Verse 1: Chuuwee]
How come they say they don't understand
I'm not paying no one 40 dollars for two grams
Plus, I heard your homie was a fan
Skinny jeans and boots cause Lil Wayne is Peter Pan
Every check I keep, I cash
Bet I wax that ass just like a unibrow, god damn
Oh you the one who called me out like I ain't 'bout that action
Find an adverb that describes the way the I handle shit, I am
Bitch I am, one of the hardest niggas to pick up a pencil and pen
Fuck your mama, fuck your crew
Please tell me what the fuck are friends
I got hella money in my pants
Just three fucking days ago, a nigga touched a band
Bitch I'm 'bout that guala, yes I am
I give a damn about your baby daddy drama, I ain't him
Long story short, my nigga all I do is win
I got bongs, I got herb
I got deals, I got fans

[Hook]

[Verse 1: Trizz]
Everything is great, I'm about my cake
Riding 'round in a scrape, dipping through LA
Keep a weapon, I ain't stressin', I stay with protection
Off safety for my safety for niggas who testin'
Sip potion, slow motion, I'm smoother than lotion
We the loudest in California and niggas know it
We think a nigga with the feds if he ain't trying to blow it
Pull a nigga G-file if he ain't trying to show it
Two Swishers and a 40 from the liquor store
Shooting dice with the homies, what you hittin' fo'?
Lean back, hit the dro, loud indo
Roll up the window, stoned with my kinfolk
Hit a lick cause I ain't rich, just trying to get ahead
Young nigga out for pussy, trying to get some head
I don't fake for them stands, I love my fucking fans
I do all that I fucking can, they know that I'm the fucking man

[Hook]