YoungBoy Never Broke Again — 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, hommies on it Kobe Bryant Glock 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 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