thrax! - yrn finesse lyrics
[intro]
(elvis… vly world …. i love exstasy …… zelenai your stupid)
[verse]
(yeah, gang) b*tch i’m smoking on thrax
say he gone k!ll my n*ggas relax
(f*ck it) my n*ggas just might knock off cap
n*gga stop all that cap in your raps
have yo ass running (cmere) like he running a lap
my n*ggas really toting on straps
and i feel like “sofaygo” cause my n*ggas finna knock you off the map
(yeah) b*tch i pop me a perc finna take me a nap
fu*fu*fu*f*ck n*gga play and get clapped
i got that big a choppa that b*tch go (blatt)
n*gga better get the f*ck back, i feel i’m “gunna” how i ride with my slatts
the whole gang on a mission, they finna attack
if you try to shoot then my n*ggas shoot back
what’s on your head ?, n*gga a rack
f*ck n*gga play with gang get turned to a pack
no i don’t f*ck with rats, i’m up in sacks trying to spend me a bag
(yeah) now i’m finna switch up flow, and i call up “lil kai” put a tag on yo toe
(aye) what’s in my hand ?, big bankrolls
he beef with thе gang we whiping his nose
he strikе for the gang then you striking a pose
(d*mn) that’s what i said on that song
and i pop me a perc feeling gone
these n*ggas stiff like tree, n*ggas stiff like a knome
(yeah) she broke my heart, chrome
shout out “pca jay’ cause we aiming for domes
bullets go right through his home
he talking that sh*t now let’s wait till that boy home alone
(grrt bow!) bullets they breaking his bones
and i’m smoking on gas and that sh*t got me stoned
call em “medusa” cause if that f*ck n*gga play with us he get put on a stone
he in the sky like a drone, (f*ck it) that n*gga six feet deep
hop out the car, catch his ass on feet, he want the smoke little n*gga let’s meet
(uh) he getting his with a “arp”, ima hop in a scat b*tch i’m fleeing the scene
g*19 with a beam. i’m smoking on gas while i’m counting the green
bad little b*tch want to f*ck with the team, me and my n*ggas like ‘amp’ (“kai”), b*tch i’m smoking on gas getting high
any last words n*gga say goodbye, (i’m finna freestyle real quick)
(aye, go) me and the gang for real, and the last n*gga just got k!lled
i’m finna pop me a motherf*cking pill, (aye) “micheal jackson” i’m the thrill
me and my baby like “jack” and “jill, so if you f*ck n*ggas play with her n*gga we finna leave him running down like a hill
(d*mn, f*ck) i meant to say rolling down like a hill, (aye,f*ck it)
[outro]
(yeah, gang) b*tch i’m smoking on thrax
say he gone k!ll my n*ggas relax
(f*ck it) my n*ggas just might knock off cap
n*gga stop all that cap in your raps
have yo ass running (cmere) like he running a lap
my n*ggas really toting on straps
and i feel like “sofaygo” cause my n*ggas finna knock you off the map
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