Thump Chronicles Vol 1 Song Lyrics

Description:- Thump Chronicles Vol 1 Lyrics GoldLink ft. Digga & Pressa are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by famous Singer GoldLink. This song is from HARAM! album. This Song will release on 18 June 2021.

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Song:– Thump Chronicles Vol 1

Singer:– GoldLink

Featuring:– Digga & Pressa

Album:– HARAM!

Producer:– Nyge

Written:– GoldLink

Thump Chronicles Vol 1 Lyrics GoldLink ft. Digga & Pressa

[Intro: GoldLink]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, mm-hmm
Yeah, jheeze
(This sounds like Nyge)
Yeah

[Chorus: GoldLink]
I don’t do shit for the sport
Ridin’ ’round, act like I’m broke, uh
Ridin’ with some Act’ on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke, uh
I don’t do shit for the sport
Ridin’ ’round, act like I’m broke, uh
Ridin wit some Act’ on a boat
Boy gotta swim or he broke

[Verse 1: GoldLink]
I was sixteen when I bust my case
When I start rappin’, had to hide my face
I was movin’ packs right up out my place
Had to bust moves so I leave no trace
Niggas turn snitch, trust no bitch
Ain’t no love, I love sticks
Never show fear but fuck all that
I was in the field with a shield and whole lotta deals
And whole lotta money, give no fuck about a rap

[Verse 2: Dan Diggerz]
Niggas be thinkin’ I’m rude (Rude)
Hit up my shooter to shoot, tobacco all in my zoot
Keep me a knife in my boot, bitch thought she was cute
Bust me a script by the pool, GoldLink my guy, you a fool

[Verse 3: Pressa]
Lil’ boy swim, lil’ boy drown if that nigga ain’t used to water
Crack cocaine, yeah, a young nigga tryna get it like Coach Carter
Dah-dah-dah-dah, they know Pressa
She need runnin’ down, John Connor
Fifteen shots like I’m Vince Carter, told her partner, she from Dower
Campin’ out, camp for hours, CD look like CN Tower
Got a grave and a flower, young nigga, he came from powder
Got finessed, got drugs, Novocain and super sour
From the streets, nigga bitch, that nigga, he fooled that trial
I don’t know ’bout your dawgs, but mine, they out to eat
See my niggas servin’ crack cocaine and dodgin’ Ds
Young nigga white tee, dope boy Forces, no crease
And the police see my jewelry for evi-d-ence