เนื้อเพลง Thoed Ass - Machine Gun Kelly

[MGK:]
Yeah, b*tch
I'ma Thoed Ass, blowed ass, d*ck 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
I'ma show them how a Cleveland muhf*cka do
B*tch, went straight to the league from the public school
Sh*t, ya'll know it's no struggle, no progress
Hmmm, so I told the b*tch work, go topless
Church, I'm a muhf*ckin asshole
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 25 gotta get turnt, I'm a young rockstar like Lil' Kurt
Ay, 20 after 4 get burnt, everyday's Friday no big one
30 more days till the first and the hood gets paid, you better learn, b*tch

[Dub-O:]
I been around like a merry-go
I swear a year ago, I told myself to piss 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 uhhh
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
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 … on the roof
And you can d*ck a b*tch up if you ever want the truth
Young n*gga got

Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
Blowed ass, d*ck in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning 100 joints rolled ass
Rich muhf*cka, rich muhf*cka

[Tezo:]
I am from the land till I D-I-E
If you getting right you need a Hum-vee
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 [?]
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 10 freaky b*tches tryna lick a n*gga nuts
100 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

Thoed ass, thoed ass, thoed ass
Blowed ass, d*ck in the throat ass
Wake up in the morning 100 joints rolled ass
Rich muhf*cka, rich muhf*cka