Make it Right

[Intro] Yeah, jheez! (yeah) Another one! Yeah Another one! Yeah, look, uh [Chorus] Uh, thrasher, thrasher, thrasher, thrasher (yeah) Rap I am the master, master, master, master (ooh, yeah) Clubbin’ we at Pacha, Pacha, Pacha, Pacha (uh) Freddy Krueger it’s a slasher, slasher, slasher, slasher (yeah) Yeah, thrasher, thrasher, thrasher, thrasher (uh) Rap I am the master, master, master, master (ooh, yeah) Clubbin’ we at Pacha, Pacha, Pacha, Pacha (uh) Freddy Krueger it’s a slasher, slasher, slasher, slasher [Verse 1] Yeah, grinning like I’m on coke I be winning like Lebron though Flip it, flip it, flip it, flip it with the tongs though Choking out the game like we living up in Guangzhou (yeah) China like a China man She a minor I got boys who won't mind her then (that's right) Rhymer, rhymer, rhymer, rhymer will I rhyme again? (what?) You tell me, is Desiigner a Future stan? (Gr-r-r-raaa) Yeah its Morgs Month - hit em with the booster pack Carving with the bowie knife – tell ‘em that the Duke is back This ain’t even been a conversation about who can rap I’m Manly’s only guy yo the game is getting super slack First year I came through with a stupid rap When Steez died I made sure to keep abusing tracks (rest in peace Steez) Put the game in a noose at that Best be on your guard dog this my petition to bring Cooper back Took the beat told 'em don't sweat it Next day they went to Sweetwater found the game beheaded And it ain't even see one medic Slasher, slasher, slasher its a slasher bro - don't you get it? [Chorus] Uh, thrasher, thrasher, thrasher, thrasher (uh, yeah) Rap I am the master, master, master, master (ooh, yeah) Clubbin’ we at Pacha, Pacha, Pacha, Pacha (uh) Freddy Krueger it’s a slasher, slasher, slasher, slasher (yeah) Thrasher, thrasher, thrasher, thrasher (uh, yeah) Rap I am the master, master, master, master (ooh, yeah) Clubbin’ we at Pacha, Pacha, Pacha, Pacha (uh) Freddy Krueger it’s a slasher, slasher, slasher, slasher [Verse 2] Whip the Commo' like a Lambo' (skrrrt) Anyone want beef I just tell em go see Lam' bro I’m selfish with my main ting like Hanzo I’m hellish with the painting like Van Gogh Poppin' out the wheat field like a damn crow Watch out when you listen you might lose an ear like Van Gogh Deliver like I’m Dibber - I ain’t drive a van though Listening to SZA making Sizzler in the bando Yeah, yeah I found myself in Cambo' Yeah, yeah I found myself in Kanto Tried to flex the lyricism, they ain't understand though Fuck it do like Jigga, I’ma make em dance bro Where’s Rommy this chick just start bussin' for the cam though I been lurking like a damn ghost Seen two Summer’s - I ain't got a tan though Thrash the competition, I ain't ever seen a ramp though I don't even know one skater I'm a thrasher I'ma kill 'em later I can't even stand one hater Shit is real when I put that shit on paper, yeah [Chorus] Yeah, thrasher, thrasher, thrasher, thrasher (uh) Rap I am the master, master, master, master (uh) Clubbin’ we at Pacha, Pacha, Pacha, Pacha (uh) Freddy Krueger it’s a slasher, slasher, slasher, slasher (yeah) Thrasher, thrasher, thrasher, thrasher (uh) Rap I am the master, master, master, master (uh, yeah) Clubbin’ we at Pacha, Pacha, Pacha, Pacha (uh) Freddy Krueger it’s a slasher, slasher, slasher, slasher