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Nba YoungBoy -Thrasher (music video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Ethan Hayes
Ethan Hayes
Programming
Leo Mateus
Leo Mateus
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ethan Hayes
Ethan Hayes
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Leo Mateus
Leo Mateus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Haze & Bans
Haze & Bans
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
[Verse 2]
Hold on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that ****
Polo thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hold 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 just 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 3]
Police tryna sentence me like Nikko Jenkins
Rico Act while the courts are trackin' me
Dead bodies, I can say I ain't seen them
Swear like I'm Ivan Milat
Push the Bentley till 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
Saints Row stick, hommies on it
Hope it burn down with them coppers in it
Mask down, we follow homie
Nighttime, slime their position
Northside where it's riders only
Catch 'em, hit 'em with it through the fences
Take his mind, put some mileage on it
Stretch '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 ****, my Vlone collab made there M's in three days
[Verse 4]
Hold on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that ****
Polo thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hold 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 just 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 in me, you hear that chopper speak
[Verse 5]
Big chain, diamonds flashin', choppers on (Choppers on)
Grave digger, I ain't no fuckin' public figure, I'm rockin' Comme des Garcons
He crack one 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 **** face on the news
Do 'em dirty, can't get no passes
Skife part of my fuckin' fashion
Head hunter in a thrasher, thrashin'
[Verse 6]
Hold on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that ****
Polo thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hold 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 just 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 in me, you hear that chopper speak
Written by: Kentrell Gaulden, Leo Mateus, Erik Ruppel, Jason Goldberg
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