Young Thug - Tabernacle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook:]
Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches
I don't need no bitch, I'mma still get all my midgets
I'm with these Cs, firing shots out to Glizzy
I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
Like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle

[Verse 1:]
Young Thug, I plenty drugs
I'm friendly but I'm need more
I'm with my crew, we'll fuck you up
(?), me in trouble
I'mma (?), I need hoes, gotta call her double
All my young niggas shit, they fallin' off fast, yes I love her
Act like we on the move, and knock on the money, yessir I'm a cover
Yes you make her shoes, bitch you make 'em custom
Thugger, thugger, baby
T-H-U-G-G-E-R, kiss a nigga bitch perfect, no CPR
All hundreds up on me, DVR
Bitch seen them bands less, A-J-A-R

[Hook:]
Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches
I don't need no bitch, I'mma still get all my midgets
I'm with these Cs, firing shots out to Glizzy
I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
Like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle

[Verse 2:]
We don't shoot buckshot, we like them slugs
Everybody die tonight, bitch except for us
And you know I'm not a crip
But I gave that bitch a C to (?) my cup
You know when I'm mad it's a (?) line for your bitch today
But, 40 extendo needs skinny jeans, no bitch and lil body
My all out players say (?) leave more stains than the OJ murder scene
Pullin' up extra clean
I can't do no tug (?) nigga, you not in my league
There is no comparison, you real rat like master splinter
Burrrrrr, I'm not Gucci, burrrr, burrrr, burrrrrr, burrrrrr
That's the sound of my trunk, I got birds inside of there, yeah

[Hook:]
Ho, ho, ho, ho, bitch, bitch, bitches
I don't need no bitch, I'mma still get all my midgets
I'm with these Cs, firing shots out to Glizzy
I'm true to my religion, 50 grand in the back of my britches
Like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle
I'm like woah, woah, woah, I'm live from the tabernacle