YoungBoy Never Broke Again - BIG [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
(Look out, Veno)
(Mama know who Cub$kout is)
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
Look

[Verse 1]
Hey, Ms. Paris, can I take you out to London?
You can ask about me, I know how to make you money
Book a jet for you and your friends, that's that bag, it ain't nothin'
I come from that North where all your crimes turn to somethin'
All these robberies and murders turned to millions, bitch
My neighbors runnin', tellin' pawpaw how I am killin' shit
He said that shit up in his song, he wish he never did
I'm out that window right or wrong, I'm a Backyardigan
Q50, FN, Trailblazer, my daddy gifted
It broke down on me, I was takin' Brianna to school and I had one strap up in it
Run down on him, he a nail, we hammer the food and then we keep it kickin'
And I always find my fuckin' way to jail likе I was born in prison
Got the tank sittin' in front my house, nigga, and it drive on watеr, nigga
That sixty thousand for that cross, I'ma put it on my daughter
I got these ninjas 'round, huh, like I'm a biker boy
Better keep your pistol 'round, you play soft, we gon' hit you hard, bitch

[Chorus]
Pink Bentley, yellow Demon, red Bentley, Rolls Royce
I pulled up inside a Urus, then the car
Big pendant, big watch, big knots, oh, Lord
Baby, I'm a thug, shawty told me I'm a star
Big, build mansions everywhere, nigga, I am that boy
Come pull up where I live, I keep security in the yard
Nigga tried to throw a brick and hide his hand, we gon' kill him for it
I'm makin' sure my convoy don't avoid, I can't, oh, no

[Verse 2]
Lil Meechy through your window, bitch, I'm creepin' on my tippy toes
Four-door Jag', I'm slidin', that's me and Choppa in here smokin' dope
Nigga yappin', I had youngin stab the bitch soon as he hit the door
I'ma bat her, she keep movin' 'round my styrofoam
I be preachin' like a pastor, I get active, what type of time you on?
I'm fuckin' up, you movin' backwards, bitch, just stack it and keep movin' on
Uppin' with the tool when it go down, I'ma break some rules, you play me wrong
I don't like them dudes, she playin' they song, I'ma kick this bitch up out my home
Look, baby, I'm inside a Flying Dutchman (Dutchman)
We put choppers in Davey Jones' locker, nigga, touch me
Play 'round with the Don Dada, this shit get ugly
I been poppin' this shit, they hate me so much that I know they love me

[Chorus]
Pink Bentley, yellow Demon, red Bentley, Rolls Royce
I pulled up inside a Urus, then the car
Big pendant, big watch, big knots, oh, Lord
Baby, I'm a thug, shawty told me I'm a star
Big, build mansions everywhere, nigga, I am that boy
Come pull up where I live, I keep security in the yard
Nigga tried to throw a brick and hide his hand, we gon' kill him for it
I'm makin' sure my convoy don't avoid (Nah, never)