Testo Thrasher - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Testo della canzone Thrasher (YoungBoy Never Broke Again), tratta dall'album Until I Return
Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?
Hold on
Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Polo thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hold on, come and see
Brand new keys, that's a Tesla
Serve the fiends
I said, I'm sick of all this motherfuckin' 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
Police tryna sentence me like Niko Jenkkins
Rico Ecuador, post traitor
Dead bodies, I can say, I ain't sent them
Swearin', like I'm Ivan Milat
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
Saints Row stick, homies on it
Hope it burn down, with them coppers in it
Mask down, we follow homie
Nighttime, slime their position
Northside, where it's riders only
Catch 'em, hit 'em with it through the fences
Take his mind, put some mileage on it
Strectch 'em, pop 'em, zip 'em
Take his 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 nigga, my Vlone collab made three M's in three days
Hold on
Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Polo thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hold on, come and see
Brand new keys, that's a Tesla
Serve the fiends
I said, I'm sick of all this motherfuckin' 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
Big chain, diamonds flashin', choppers on (choppers on)
Grave digger, ain't no fuckin' public figure
Rockin' Comme des Garçons
We crackin' joke, we face the clown
It's a bloody 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 nigga face on the news
Do 'em dirty, can't get no passes
Skype, part of my fuckin' fashion
Head hunter, in a Thrasher, thrashin'
Hold on
Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Polo thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hold on, come and see
Brand new keys, that's a Tesla
Serve the fiends
I said, I'm sick of all this motherfuckin' 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
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Leonardo Mateus, Erik Ruppel
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