Текст песни yung thrasher - yung euphoria

The Wicked Shit, man.
The Wicked Shit
What's up mane?
Been a minute 'round them corners
Bumping SpottieOttieDopaliscious all inside the hooptie
Feelin like a Range Rover
I know they overlook me
So just know it's always solo solo 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

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
Living 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 a hundred-fifty 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