Thrasher
YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics


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(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)

Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, 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 say, I'm sick of all this motherfuckin' poverty (bap, bap)
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

Police tryna sentence me like Niko Jenkins
RICO Act, while they 'posed to trap me
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
Same smoke, stick hommies on it
Hope it burn down with them coppers in it
Mask down, we follow homie
Nighttime, slime the opposition
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
Redeye verse that cop car, that's a cold chase, no way
I'm gon' get caught in here with this Glock today (no, no)
Real rich nigga, my Vlone collab made three M's in three days

Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, 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 say, I'm sick of all this motherfuckin' poverty (bap, bap)
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

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 the clown (it's 4KTrey)
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 the 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'

Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, 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 say, I'm sick of all this motherfuckin' poverty (bap, bap)
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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to YoungBoy Never Broke Again's song "Thrasher" depict a life of luxury and danger. The song seems to be a reflection of the rapper's life in the limelight, where he's become a target for violence and police attention. The opening lyrics describe his appearance, his confidence, and his success. He wears a Polo tee and Amiri jeans, and he's poured up on codeine, making him feel invincible. He's thuggin' and pulling up in a Tesla with brand new keys, serving the fiends. He's sick of the motherfucking poverty and the shots being fired at him, but he can't get no sleep. He's knocking down three, and you hear that chopper speak.


The second verse continues to describe the rapper's dangerous lifestyle. He's being sentenced like Niko Jenkins, and he's being watched by the RICO Act. Dead bodies don't faze him, and he's steady screaming "Free Ten and Nat". He's living hard, and it ain't easy, but he can't just leave the house without being prepared to make it back. His heart got bodies on it, and he's got smoke with homies. He hopes that it burns down with the coppers in it. He masks down to follow his homie, and at nighttime, he slimes the opposition. On the Northside, it's riders only, and he's catching them and taking their minds. He's stretching, popping, zipping, and taking their whole face, no case. He's in a red eye verse that cop car, that's a cold chase, but he won't get caught in here with this Glock today. Real rich nigga, his Vlone collab made three M's in three days.


"Thrasher" is a song by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, an American rapper, singer, and songwriter.


The song was released on YouTube on June 25, 2019, and has since been viewed over 26 million times.


The beat was produced by WeGotHits, a producer team that has worked with artists such as Lil Wayne, Lil Baby, and Moneybagg Yo.


The song is from the mixtape "AI YoungBoy 2", which was released in 2019 and peaked at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart.


The mixtape features collaborations with artists such as DaBaby, Juice WRLD, Quando Rondo, and NoCap.


YoungBoy Never Broke Again was arrested in September 2020 in Louisiana for drug possession and was released on bond in October.


The song's music video was directed by Louie Knows, who has directed many music videos for YoungBoy Never Broke Again.


The song has been remixed by artists such as Lil Tecca and J.I the Prince of N.Y.


"Thrasher" was included in the soundtrack for the 2020 video game "Madden NFL 21".


Line by Line Meaning

Hol' on Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
I'm dressed stylishly in a Polo shirt, black Amiri jeans that fit like they're designed for the trap scene.


Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
I'm drinking dirty water mixed with pure codeine, feeling invincible because I'm that nigga.


Pull up thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
I arrive in a tough manner, and women are attracted to me because I have a large sack of money.


Hol' on, come and see, brand new keys, that's a Tesla, serve the fiends
Wait and come see my brand new Tesla, but I'm still serving my addicts.


I say, I'm sick of all this motherfuckin' poverty (bap, bap)
I express my frustration with the never-ending poverty that surrounds me through gunfire.


Can you tell me who just sent them shots at me?
I'm trying to figure out who just shot at me.


Can't get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
I can't sleep knowing that there's violence in my area, but I'll use my guns to bring peace to the neighborhood.


I knock down three, you know that's me, you hear that chopper speak
I'm responsible for taking down three people, and you can hear my helicopter gun firing.


Police tryna sentence me like Niko Jenkins
The police are trying to convict me as severely as they did Niko Jenkins.


RICO Act, while they 'posed to trap me
The authorities are using the RICO Act as a means to trap me.


Dead bodies, I can say I ain't seent them
I can pretend that I haven't seen any dead bodies.


Swear like I'm Ivan Milat
I'm swearing like Ivan Milat, a notorious Australian serial killer.


Push the Bentley 'til it fall to pieces
I'll continue driving my Bentley until it falls apart.


Steady screamin', "Free Ten and Nat"
I constantly scream "Free Ten and Nat", my fellow incarcerated friends.


Livin' hard, girl, no it ain't easy
Living my life is tough, and it's especially difficult for women.


Leave the house, tell me make it back
Before leaving the house, someone tells me to make it back safely.


My heart got bodies on it
I carry the weight of dead bodies on my conscience.


Same smoke, stick hommies on it
I'm smoking the same weed that my friends, who are now deceased, used to smoke.


Hope it burn down with them coppers in it
I hope the building burns down with the cops inside of it.


Mask down, we follow homie
We put our masks down and follow my friend.


Nighttime, slime the opposition
Under the cover of darkness, we attack our enemies.


Northside where it's riders only
Only the bravest people reside in the Northside.


Catch 'em, hit 'em with it through the fences
We catch them and attack them through the fences.


Take his mind, put some mileage on it
We mentally break our enemy and put him through a lot of stress.


Stretch 'em, pop 'em, zip 'em, take his whole face, no case
We torture, kill, and disappear our enemies without leaving any evidence behind and getting away with it.


Redeye verse that cop car, that's a cold chase, no way
I quickly flee from the cop car with an intense red eye, knowing that's a cold pursuit with no chance of getting caught.


I'm gon' get caught in here with this Glock today (no, no)
I'm feeling like I'm going to get caught with my gun today.


Real rich nigga, my Vlone collab made three M's in three days
I'm a real wealthy person, and my collaboration with Vlone earned me three million dollars in just three days.


Big chain, diamonds flashin', choppers on (choppers on)
I'm wearing a large chain with flashing diamond jewelry and carrying a lot of guns.


Grave digger, ain't no fuckin' public figure, rockin' Comme des Garçons
I'm not a public figure, instead I participate in digging graves, but I still keep in fashion with designer clothing from Comme des Garçons.


He crack one joke, we face the clown (it's 4KTrey)
If someone makes even one joke about us, we immediately confront them, representing our gang 4KTrey.


It's a bloody picture, who real or fake?
Any situation we get involved in turns violent, and we question who's genuinely on our side.


When they come this way, he don't know who with 'em
When people come from this direction, he doesn't know who's with them.


Get 'em all from round
We'll take care of them all.


My McLaren came automatic
My car, the McLaren, is automatic.


Danger zone when we slang that static
It's extremely dangerous when we handle weapons.


Pour one's and two's for the keep my cool
I drink alcohol to remain calm.


Drink still makin' me the saddest
Despite drinking, I'm still feeling sad.


Put a nigga face on the news
We take someone's life and it becomes front page news.


Do 'em dirty, can't get no passes
We act violently and nobody gives us any leniency or disregard for our actions.


Skife part of my fuckin' fashion
Carrying a knife is a part of my personal style.


Head hunter in a Thrasher, thrashin'
I'm a Head Hunter in a Thrasher, a streetwear brand, and I'm attacking fiercely.




Lyrics © AUGMENTED MUSIC PUBLISHING INC., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden

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@dblake24

Artists of the year... this guy got a song for all your moods

@donbarry1

No cap bro

@bbggtyrone7578

so true

@mortidami164

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBI66sYtrPk school students fight to the ded (no lie)!!!!!!!

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@alejandrogonzales1663

yb honestly doesn’t deserve the hate he gets, i’ve been a fan for a year already and i plan to stay one

@kourtneyflowers303

Exactly it’s become a trend to hate on him if the hatters see him in real life they’ll show fake love

@psychedelicfright85

If it weren't for the goddamn auto tune, it might be better.

@thefunboyshowfun4782

@@kourtneyflowers303 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqbLhYns2yI

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