Thoed Ass lyrics

[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly]
Yeah, b*tch

[Verse 1: Machine Gun Kelly]
I'ma thoed ass, blowed ass, di*k in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning, hundred joints rolled ass
Rich muhf*cka, wit' no class
b*tch, I'm from the land, you don't wanna go there
b*tch, you talkin' grams, I be smokin' O's, yeah
Hotbox whip, I don't need the Ozium
I ain't hiding my sh*t, I'm a f*ckin' grown man
If the cops come, then, oh, well, uh huh
I'm still smoking my Blu Cantrell
Yeah, I might f*ck around and blow a zip
Have both my lungs like oh sh*t, ha, Kells
I'ma show them how a Cleveland muhf*cka do
b*tch, went straight to the league from the public school (Hahaha)
sh*t, ya'll know it's no struggle, no progress
Hmm, so I told the b*tch work, go topless
Church, I'm a muhf*ckin' as*h*le
Tattooed to the sandals, f*ck a b*tch while I stand, though
Burn a little wax, no candle
I'm buying Cubans by the pack, no Castro
They know I never try to hide like Camo
We in the mothaf*ckin' field like Rambo
And you know I will steal a rich boy Lambo
And drive that mothaf*cka straight to a bando
24/7 get work, I grew up around them Hot Boyz, Lil Turk
Ay, I'm twenty five gotta get turnt, I'm a young rockstar like Lil Kurt
Ay, twenty after four get burnt, everyday's Friday, no Big Worm
Ay, thirty more days 'til the first and the hood gets paid, you better learn, b*tch
[Verso 2: Dub-O]
I been around like a merry-go
I swear a year ago, I told myself to p*ss on every hater like a urinal
I ain't tryna hear no, not gon fear no
We ain't really have to tell cause n*ggas still tellin on
Name ring ring like a telephone, Dub-O
I don't know ya, EST, I'm a soldier
All we do is smoke doja, still make 'em say uhh
Master my P's so cut the head off a cobra
I'm in tip-top shape, yup, if I want it, I could get ya taste, girl
Play the cut, how the cut should be played yup
Everything about me going way up
I sit back and watch you talk a lot while you talk a lot
Got to keep it pimpin, so I take the pimpin back to the parking lot
I'm a G wit it, OD wit it, n*gga, if we talkin money then you know we get it like uh
Your face lookin hella mad, yeah you hella mad doing hella bad, I'm seeing that
And me, I'm eating hella crabs, yeah hella crabs, getting hella fat, by the pocket, yeah
b*tch, don't get it twisted, I been poppin on the low
I'm underground wit it, n*gga, you ain't got a clue
I been had the Juice like Q on the roof
And you can dig up Bishop if you ever want the truth
Young n*gga got

[Bridge: Machine Gun Kelly]
Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
Blowed ass, di*k in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning, hundred joints rolled ass
Rich muhf*cka, rich muhf*cka
[Verse 2: Tezo]
I-I-I am from the land 'til I D-I-E
If you getting right you need a Hum-vee (For real)
And a big bag of that OG
Price so low you would swear I wit the police
If she come wit me, she ain't comin back
Tell her put it on my lap, clap it like a jumping jack
Run up on me if you want I'll tell you to, I'll run it back
I wonder can he handle that, naw he can't handle that
I got ten freaky b*tches tryna lick a n*gga nuts
A hunnid crooked cops tryna get a n*gga luck
God bless the track n*ggas
I can see the future and it come wit hella racks wit' it
Like I'm up at Saks wit it, Young Kyrie with the shot
Young Don Juan, what you thought?
Take her up top, then I let her drop
I'ma B-A Double L until they put me in a box, Ball

[Outro: Machine Gun Kelly]
Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
Thoed ass, rich muhf*cka, rich muhf*cka