Thrasher - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Hol' 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

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

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 nigga my Vlone collab made three M’s in three day

Hol' 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

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

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

part of my fuckin' fashion

Head hunter in a Thrasher, thrashin'

Hol' 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

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