Young Kraay - The ReUp [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by BenG NamoR]

[Verse: Kraay]

Yeah... Kraay...
Uh... Let's get it
Young nigga got a plan on that meal ticket
They see the money it's funny
Now bitches feeling different
The way she working that pole
I feel some type of way
Threw every dollar in my pocket
Now she fucking Kraay
Tipping all of this yac
And I ain't coming back
I'm bout to whip to the yac
To cop another pack, pack
Nigga only stating facts
You say you making moves
All right partner then where your money at?
I'm making bang after banger
Nigga these cash crops
The fam hit the party and make that ass drop
Cuban bitch on my arm
Say she bout to perform
Kraay till dawn nigga non-stop
Give a fuck about a hater
Best believe my niggas got me
Nargs lit, trees lit
Might get a little foggy
Murder every beat
Send these niggas to the potty
Do it for a living
Niggas thought it was a hobby
Throw a rack on a nigga like Stevie
While his bitch getting freaky
Twenty grand a year? I'm making that weekly
Break bad if need be cause my family need me
Trying hard but these niggas know they never will see me
I want smoke more

[Hook: Jones]

I want smoke more so I need to reup
Calling up my plug time to smoke more blunts
You ain't living like I'm living
Little nigga stop fronting, little nigga stop fronting
All this bragging and shit, Zagging and shit
Zag on your bitch cause it really ain't nothing
Little nigga stop fronting
You ain't really seen stunting
I'll show your bitch something

I'll show your bitch something
Yeah show your bitch something
Yeah show your bitch something
I'll show your bitch something
Yeah show your bitch something

[Verse 2: Jones]

Young pimp nigga killing simp niggas
Don't trip nigga I'll fuck on your bitch little nigga
Looking at Juice like she never seen a rich nigga
All gold on my neck, all on my wrist nigga
All gold when I piss it's a Zag thing
Cash Kaine now these hoes want to fuck with the Zag team
Fuck them then we dump them like the trash mane
J Swerve nigga first name last name
Smoking herbs sipping syrup make your chest cave
You couldn't fuck with me in your best days
I'm in the streets coup cruising with your main dane
You at your job working hard for your best pay
I'll roll your check in my blunt
I got the truck in the front little nigga
That's a foreign!
White bitches sniffing yay yay
Suck a nigga dry got me busting like a AK
Beat the pussy up like melee
I'll bust a million nuts got me feeling like a Payday
You ain't never seen stunting
You ain't got real money
Twenty racks just for play play
Make it rain on the freeway
Slinging dope to the DJ's
Do shows count pros eating fillets
I know niggas want to be me
But shit it ain't easy, easy

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Gawd]

Aye Rebel, Stunting...
Damn... Niggas still looking
You mad? Your bitch got took your a rookie
With my white girl cookie
Out in LA smoking on cookie
Don't worry how I got here baby
Look her best friend took me
Made a couple stacks then I doubled that
Then I went and copped a bag
Then a tippled that damn
She won't stop yapping how I rap and trap
So I went and copped a bag
Just to shut her fucking trap look
Where you at? Nowhere
Where I land, you know I got a ho there
Damn, told you don't go there
What I do? Take them racks go and do a show there
Whether heaven or hell
Rain, sleet, or hail
Coming from the D
So it's like GM nah never take the bailout
You niggas all sell outs
That's why you don't sell out
Chilling in the palace ten k
What you call that?
Shit that's a sell out

Finally Famous

Aye Young Kraay I'm out this bitch bro
Aye Juice hit my line
These niggas ugly I might smack them
BenG what up!