THRASHER

Woo!
Yo Man
I'm bout to actually like, go bonkers on this shit
Maybe
I'm way too high, you got to wait for me to come down
No more mister nice guy, Bitch I'm T-ing up now
Bitch ass niggas, like to talk shut your yuck mouth
So fucked up that I'm starting to go numb now
Wait till the loud kicks in, I'm having fun now
Too high now but, I don't think I had enough now
So I need the money in advance, put that money in the bag
If ain't about dollars, I ain't hearing what you're saying
Shawty I'm the man, watch me do my dance
Always took a chance
Have a plan, always had a plan
They don't understand, they're too scared
Throw your money up, toss it in the air
Life ain't fair, so we're smoking every moment while we're here
Y'all some squares, you ain't rocking with it? Exit's over there
Watch em' hate, watch em' hate on me, I don't really care
Bitch we're here, my gang really here, squadron of the year
SLIDERGANG them fucking dudes, is all that I want to hear
Bitch Imma thrasher, bitch I'm fresher than your pastor
Y'all some actors, steady flexing for the cameras
It don't matter, you catch me on the block, I'm 'bout that action
My gang popping, dawg we 'bout to make it happen
I'm bout that shock, so trust me you don't want no static
Tell her burn one like I had a stack of matches
Thought I told once before I'm a thrasher
Bitch I'm thrasher, yeah I'm a thrasher
Struck out, but I came back swinging
Now they say it's luck now, really buddy tell me what know
Not damn thing, stay up in your damn lane
Trust me I ain't nobody, but I'm still a known name
Look I'm the shit, it is what it is, ice up on my neck, watch my drip
Haters hating on you? Tell 'em suck a dick
Hit or miss, I be walking round like I'm in a movie
I just do me, I be really cooling? My squad really ruthless
On my momma we'll be on, trust me ain't gone be too long
I'm in Brooklyn with my niggas, that's the timing I be on
Smoking till my lungs collapse, too far gone not coming back
I've been AFK so long, they gone kick me out the match
They address me as your highness, disrespect you getting slapped
Tryna match? Keep that thing on me, I know where it's at
That's a facts, I'm fucking goblin, better clear room
You rocking with me? Then you're probably fucking doomed
Bitch Imma thrasher, bitch I'm fresher than your pastor
Y'all some actors, steady flexing for the cameras
It don't matter, you catch me on the block, I'm 'bout that action
My gang popping, dawg we 'bout to make it happen
I'm bout that shock, so trust me you don't want no static
Tell her burn one like I had a stack of matches
Thought I told once before I'm a thrasher
Bitch Imma thrasher, yeah I'm a thrasher

Was that gnarly or what?!



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Writer(s): De' James Horton, Dejames Horton
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