Thrasher

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