thrasher - youngboy never broke again lyrics
[intro]
(ayo, bans, what you cookin’?)
[chorus]
hol’ on polo tee, black amiri jeans, like a trap fit
dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, i am that n*gga
polo thuggin’, she wanna f*ck me ’cause my sack bigger
hol’ on, come and see, brand new keys, that’s a tesla, serve the fiends
i said i’m sick of all this motherf*ckin’ poverty (bah, bah)
can you tell me who sent them shots at me?
can’t get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
i knock down three, you know that’s me, you hear that chopper speak
[verse 1]
police tryna sentence me like niko jenkins
rico [?]
dead bodies i can say i ain’t seent them
swear like i’m [?]
push the bentley ’til it fall to pieces
steady screamin’, “free ten” and that
livin’ hard, girl, no it ain’t easy
leave the house, tell me make it back
my heart got bodies on it
same smoke, stick, hommies on it
hope it burn down with them coppers in it
mask down, we follow homie
nightime, slime their position
northside where it’s riders only
catch ’em hittem ’em with it through the fences
take his mind, put some mileage on it
strectch ’em, pop ’em, zip ’em, take it whole face, no case
red eye verse that cop car, that’s a cold chase, no way
i’m gon’ get caught in here with this glock today
real rich n*gga my vlone collab made three m’s in three day
[chorus]
hol’ on polo tee, black amiri jeans, like a trap fit
dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, i am that n*gga
polo thuggin’, she wanna f*ck me ’cause my sack bigger
hol’ on, come and see, brand new keys, that’s a tesla, serve the fiends
i said i’m sick of all this motherf*ckin’ poverty (bah, bah)
can you tell me who sent them shots at me?
can’t get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
i knock down three, you know that’s me, you hear that chopper speak
[verse 2]
big chain, diamonds flashin’, choppers on (choppers on)
grave digger, ain’t no f*ckin’ public figure, rockin’ comme des garçons
we crackin’ joke, we face the clown
it’s a bl**dy picture, who real or fake?
when they come this way, he don’t know who with ’em get ’em all from round
my mclaren came automatic
danger zone when we slang that static
pour one’s and two’s for to keep my cool
drink still makin’ me the saddest
put a n*gga face on the news
do ’em dirty, can’t get no passes
[?] part of my f*ckin’ fashion
head hunter in a thrasher, thrashin’
[chorus]
hol’ on polo tee, black amiri jeans, like a trap fit
dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, i am that n*gga
polo thuggin’, she wanna f*ck me ’cause my sack bigger
hol’ on, come and see, brand new keys, that’s a tesla, serve the fiends
i said i’m sick of all this motherf*ckin’ poverty (bah, bah)
can you tell me who sent them shots at me?
can’t get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
i knock down three, you know that’s me, you hear that chopper speak
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