Thrasher!

Rah
Guess what little bitch ima thrasher gimme that booty i'll smash it
I get the bag and i stash it we getting money like magic
Im bout to cash out on lasik why would i talk to you basics
I did a line off her lace she put the cat in my face
She wanna fuck wit the gang it's fine if she not playing games
Told her to not leave a trace we bout to blow like big bang
I had to train my brain from those suicide lanes
Had to drop them thangs free my mind pain

She wanna fuck with the gang but we know lil bitch playing
We can't hang with no bitch who playing with satan
Bitch i need my money quick ain't no delaying
Ima still do me regardless if they hating bitch what you saying
Don't talk so fast my mind racing
I never did and never would trip off a bitch who hella basic
Used to thrash out in those bando's vacant's
Hella faded
Trapped out that bitch so much we done got it raided
Had a down bitch played it shit ain't been the same since
Can't do relationships no chasing i don't got the patience
Just to not feel anxious roll a chop and face it face it
Stack it up don't give a fuck lil bitch that's daily basis
Lil bitch look like she a model up on Vouge she slaying
She said let's do this shit everyday i feel amazing
I dick her down put her to sleep like it's her medication
She like how i'm different never took a road trip in a space ship
That ass so fat moving like that got me like goodness gracious

She wanna fuck with the gang but we know lil bitch playing
We can't hang with no bitch who playing with satan
Bitch i need my money quick ain't no delaying
Ima still do me regardless if they hating bitch what you saying

Ain't only sippin drank this shit straight liquor
Askin all them questions i can't fuck wit her
Bad lil bitch she moody
Steady dancin wit dat booty
Camera snappin this a movie
Got that body roll so groovy
She popped molly didn't get roofied
She gon call me actin loosely
You can tell me i'm not looking
I'm not fuckin wit your groupies
But i always keep my tooly
Lately i been so damn choosy
I'm a player you're just whoopty
And your lady she been snooping
I'm not stupid if she wanna come and get it we be ruthless
Think i cast a spell upon her or she just got shot by cupid
You wanna go you tryna smoke i got the dope
I'll bring the dope, to all of our shows
Where did he go? ran off with your soul

Rah
Guess what little bitch ima thrasher gimme that booty i'll smash it
I get the bag and i stash it we getting money like magic
Im bout to cash out on lasik why would i talk to you basics
I did a line off her lace she put the cat in my face
She wanna fuck wit the gang it's fine if she not playing games
Told her to not leave a trace we bout to blow like big bang
I had to train my brain from those suicide lanes
Had to drop them thangs free my mind pain



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Writer(s): Dylan Maune, Jared Bridgeman
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