Thrasher

[Intro]

(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)

[Chorus]

Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit

Thirty wit a beam, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga

Pull up thuggin', she wanna fuck 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 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

[Verse 1]

Police tryna sentence me like Nikko Jenkins

Rico act right across the track

Dead bodies I can say I ain't seent them

Swear like I'm Ivan Milat

Push the Bentley 'til it fall to pieces

Steady screamin', "Free Ten" and Nat

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, homis on it

Kobe Bryant Glock with them coppers in it

Mask down, we follow homie

Nighttime, slime deposition

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 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

[Chorus]

Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit

Thirty wit a beam, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga

Pull up thuggin', she wanna fuck 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 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

[Verse 2]

Big chain, diamonds flashin', choppers on (Choppers on)

Grave digger, ain't no fuckin' public figure, rockin' Comme des Garçons

He crack one joke, we face that 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

Skife part of my fuckin' fashion

Head hunter in a Thrasher, thrashin'

[Chorus]

Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit

Thirty wit a beam, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga

Pull up thuggin', she wanna fuck 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 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