Yung thrasher

THE WICKED SHIT, MAN
THE WICKED SHIT

VERSE 1:
What's up mane? been a minute round them corners
Bumping SpottieOttieDopaliscious all inside the hooptie
Feeling like a range rover, i know they overlook me
So just know it's always solo dolo, faded in the city
Newport blinkin' for my newport shawty
Never ending winter when i'm up and north of conti'
Bringin mo murda, never shmurda like i'm bobby
And i'm so bout it bout it, count the parts from all the bodies though

VERSE 2:
Bullet belt round my mothafuckin chest
No rest, so what's next?
Master E all on a quest
It's the E-U-P-H-O-R-I-A smoking like i'm stressed
All these pussies think i'm playing when i say that i'm the best
Let's talk about it for a minute then i'm outie
Silver bullet my machinery, been packed another county
Livin with demons, you can see the flame surround me
Eyes was hanging super low from all the herb i blew to cloudy
I been insane, you can't catch my aura
Blew 150 bucks, keep a red motorola
MONTANA MANE, reppin' Big Sky Country
Grew up fast in tribal housing, feel like no one here can stop me