Gucci Mane & Young Scooter - Re-Up [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Produced by Speaker Knockerz]

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
You could send him to the army, but it still wouldn't prepare him
Shotgun'll hurt more than his goddamn feelings
Half a ticket on his head so you know his ass missing
I bet another half a ticket he don't make it past Christmas
Good juugin' all day, I've been so goddamn busy
And the juice got me dizzy 10 times past tipsy
Each time I don't have to tell a nigga to ride with me
And running up on Gucci Mane is real, real risky
I'm still sendin' squares out of town, long distance
The crackers that I serve favorite rapper Limp Biskit
Half a pint, I'mma put it in a goddamn Mistic
And I'mma have money just as long as they print it

[Hook]
Somebody trying take all my juugs
Somebody trying fuck wit' my plug
Most rappers can't come to my hood
Sucka niggas can't smoke on this bud
Nobody ever talks so about drugs
How the hell you get that in this club?
I got 100 pounds kush in my tub
The only thing I wanna do is re-up

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
I got a lotta hustle, I remix bales
Freeband Gang, we got bricks for sale
Count up, count up, count up, count up checks
I could still cook it wit' the dope wet
20% bricks, I could work wit' that
Dummies hit 'em wit' the brick squad stamp
Me and Gucci flexin', countin' 3 racks
We always finessin', they don't like that
Try to take my plug, get yo' ass whacked
Scooter real street nigga – that's a fact
Take yo' ass off and I won't give a damn
I do anything for them free bands

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Young Dolph]
I remix this Sprite with 6 ounces of codeine
They say I drink the shit like it give me protein
Goin' hard wit' my plug he told me, "Don't stop"
I'm tryna clean this money up, I need some Clorox
I re-up Monday, Thursday I'm back at it
Countin' this money, doggin' these bitches, them my bad habits
Put your car beside my car and let's see which the fastest
And watch me disappear, bitch I'm blue magic
Fuck what a bitch say, I can't hear shit but static
I rubber band it up and hide it in the attic
Young and flashy, yo' bitch young and nasty
Every re-up I feel like Biggie, I'm going back to Cali

[Hook]