Nba YoungBoy – Thrasher Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Thrasher – Nba YoungBoy / YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Hol’ on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trophy
That ain’t water Bans, Polo pick codeine, I am that man
Polo thuggin’, she wanna f**k me ’cause my sack bigger
Hol’ on, come and see, brand new keys, that’s a Tesla

I said I’m sick of all this motherf**kin’ poverty
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

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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 ..
Livin’ hard, girl, no it ain’t easy
Leave the house, tell me make it back

My heart got bodies on it
Send smoke, stick, hammers on it
.. with them cappers in it
Mans down, we follow homie
Nightime, slime their position
Northside where it’s riders only
Catch ’em eatin’, .. through the fences
Take his mind, put some mileage on it

Strectch ’em, pop ’em, zip ’em
Take it whole face, no case
.. cop car, that’s a cold chase, no way
I’m gon’ get caught in with this Glock today
Real rich n**ga might be long
Collect, made three M’s in three day

Hol’ on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trophy
That ain’t water Bans, Polo pick codeine, I am that man
Polo thuggin’, she wanna f**k me ’cause my sack bigger
Hol’ on, come and see, brand new keys, that’s a Tesla

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I said I’m sick of all this motherf**kin’ poverty
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
Grave digger, ain’t no f**kin’ public figure
Rockin’ Comme des Garçons
We crackin’ joke, we face the clown
It’s a .. picture, who real or fake
When they come this way
He don’t know who, what, I’m gettin’ .. around
Momma .. automatic
.. on when we slide in the state
Pour one’s and two’s ‘fore they .. my cool
Drink still makin’ me the saddest
Put a n**ga face on the news
Do ’em dirty, can’t get no passes
.. part of my f**kin’ fashion
Eight hunnid on a Thrasher, Thrasher

Hol’ on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trophy
That ain’t water Bans, Polo pick codeine, I am that man
Polo thuggin’, she wanna f**k me ’cause my sack bigger
Hol’ on, come and see, brand new keys, that’s a Tesla

I said I’m sick of all this motherf**kin’ poverty
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…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again / NBA YoungBoy
Album: Until I Return
Produced by Bans
NBA YoungBoy | 2020

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