Thrice by Slim Lean Lyrics
Big up to AP
Tryna get a 5 on the AP
250 with the AP
Hit it from the back, call it AP
Why you actin like a baby
Are you coming or not, no maybe
Whippin a Mercedes
Throwing junk like 5, AC
Whenever ya ready to come through
Be ready to pick up the shit that you threw
I don’t gotta watch my back, I got my Sad Boi Crew
You might feel numb if we hit the 1-2
If you tryna figure it out like Blue’s Clues
You might wanna dash with your running shoes
We figured it out scientific breakthrough
It's been this way for a minute, where’ve you been
We figured it out way back when
Back when alive was Steve Irwin
Now all we do is take the win
Fire up a Vine compilation
Anything to take the mind off the sin
Coming 2018 we basically akin
We boolin out here ass lookin like wise men
I curved like Lena
I’ve been thinking about it, Athena
Money talks, gasolina
Now I’m laughing just like a hyena
Shawty time to check the mileage
That shit on you, I’m a savage
Get out my way issa ravage
I do my shit and then I vanish
Don’t worry about your flock
If you wanna be alone I’m always down to talk
Don’t make a quick move, that’s a balk
If you still gonna mess with me, imma walk
I thought I was only gonna spit a line
But like Miami coach, O-Line
Or APUSH, line after line
I’m running outta time
Bitch
Nose down just like a dog
I see a snack, I call it pawg
OG clocks, analog
Slim Lean on this monologue
Never jump ship, like a frog
Always browsing I’m in a catalog
Cookin up calc, solve the log
Vision getting cloudy and I gotta defog
If you ain’t a pussy why you out of bounds
Keep running and you might get to meet the rounds
Sometimes life is a battleground
Pull up at the trap and it looks like a fairground
Stub a toe, shout bumbaclot
Don’t pull up hard like you done got shot
We here flexin with clothes that we bought
Don’t be a pussy just shoot your shot
Headass thinking feels like an onslaught
Imma hit your mans a fat moonshot
I’m goin so fast won’t check a blind spot
Just tell me, I can take it, call me Dr. Dreadnought
I’m feelin just like Musa
I’m on my way to Mecca
They call me the yung flexa
Cause all I do is extra
We holed up like zareba
We makin bills like DECA
Eatin good at Azteca
I’m an ace like Arrieta
Strapped up with a beretta
Don’t fuck with the Cabela
Catch me deep, in Tribeca
You know who’s the trifecta
Tryna get a 5 on the AP
250 with the AP
Hit it from the back, call it AP
Why you actin like a baby
Are you coming or not, no maybe
Whippin a Mercedes
Throwing junk like 5, AC
Whenever ya ready to come through
Be ready to pick up the shit that you threw
I don’t gotta watch my back, I got my Sad Boi Crew
You might feel numb if we hit the 1-2
If you tryna figure it out like Blue’s Clues
You might wanna dash with your running shoes
We figured it out scientific breakthrough
It's been this way for a minute, where’ve you been
We figured it out way back when
Back when alive was Steve Irwin
Now all we do is take the win
Fire up a Vine compilation
Anything to take the mind off the sin
Coming 2018 we basically akin
We boolin out here ass lookin like wise men
I curved like Lena
I’ve been thinking about it, Athena
Money talks, gasolina
Now I’m laughing just like a hyena
Shawty time to check the mileage
That shit on you, I’m a savage
Get out my way issa ravage
I do my shit and then I vanish
Don’t worry about your flock
If you wanna be alone I’m always down to talk
Don’t make a quick move, that’s a balk
If you still gonna mess with me, imma walk
I thought I was only gonna spit a line
But like Miami coach, O-Line
Or APUSH, line after line
I’m running outta time
Bitch
Nose down just like a dog
I see a snack, I call it pawg
OG clocks, analog
Slim Lean on this monologue
Never jump ship, like a frog
Always browsing I’m in a catalog
Cookin up calc, solve the log
Vision getting cloudy and I gotta defog
If you ain’t a pussy why you out of bounds
Keep running and you might get to meet the rounds
Sometimes life is a battleground
Pull up at the trap and it looks like a fairground
Stub a toe, shout bumbaclot
Don’t pull up hard like you done got shot
We here flexin with clothes that we bought
Don’t be a pussy just shoot your shot
Headass thinking feels like an onslaught
Imma hit your mans a fat moonshot
I’m goin so fast won’t check a blind spot
Just tell me, I can take it, call me Dr. Dreadnought
I’m feelin just like Musa
I’m on my way to Mecca
They call me the yung flexa
Cause all I do is extra
We holed up like zareba
We makin bills like DECA
Eatin good at Azteca
I’m an ace like Arrieta
Strapped up with a beretta
Don’t fuck with the Cabela
Catch me deep, in Tribeca
You know who’s the trifecta