THRILL lyrics by Destroy Lonely
Nigga be talking that huh
Nigga ain’t talking ’bout nun, huh-huh
I just been talking that huh
I just been talking that money, yeah-yeah
Can’t communicate if it ain’t bout them funds, huh-huh
My location off like I’m on the run, huh-huh
Rock Balenci’, whoa, she like Saint Laurent, ha-ha
I’m all in her jaw just like bubble gum, yuh-huh
Thought she was your bro till I told her I want some
Can’t pop G6, Gelato #41 in my lungs
7:30 when it is 7, yeah, red rum
Switchana, it’s a box on the back of my gun
My new bitch with baby money, she walked in the lady money
Expensive, I’m on the same high as Saturday and Sunday
You might never feel this high ’cause you ain’t rich like this
She might never get a ring, she fucked the whole clique
I think I want her, hold up, nah, that’s just the drugs
Hit the lickyana, walked in with my mask and my gun
I’ve been taking opioids, but I keep a cup and a blunt
I ain’t gotta stunt her, yes, I know this ho gonna fuck me
Got my twin to the left and he punching
Huh, that bitch all on a g6, pussy bussing
That’s my goat, yeah, my bitch booty stuffy
Think I’m extra, see me walk out over tussin’
Prada plug, we cashing out, don’t need no fronting
All the promoters cashing out, they paying money
I still be killing on them couches, ain’t got nothin’
Don’t do new friends, it’s plenty of bitches and lots of hundreds
Shawty sitting on a pool
I’m an animal, I belong in a zoo
Some of partners bang red, don’t know too many blue
Blues in my pocket of my religion trues
I mean true religion
She a video vixen
She got only fans
I’m a money maker
I get only bands
Hit her with the fentanyl and serve it to your man
My London bitch fuck with the whippet, yeah, she off the can
My LA bitch fuck with Molly, she off tan tan
My Florida bitch off opioids, yeah, she on brand
My model bitch smoke cigarettes, she setting up her stance
I do magic 30’s money, huh, I bet I make her dance
Walk in this bitch with my steel
On 10, I’m ready to drill
Don Julio, she want some Scotch
Codeine that lean for real
Since 2016, been cracking them seals
Since 2015, been popping them pills
I gave her a bean, she split it with the whole team and all her hoes got killed
Dunk on yo bitch, I ball
I got skills
Too much water, aw
I grew gills
You get high for fun and I get high to switch my feels
I’m gon’ just be fine, give a fuck ’bout being real
I keep nodding off, I cracked a seal
In her pussy, ’bout to drown, navy seal
Shawty going north, she popped a pill
Treat a thot like some shorts, cut her off for real
We got foreign trucks climbing up the hill
Fuck a boring bitch, gave her a lil’ thrill
I’m only 22 but made a couple mil’
I tell her be 5, I’m with the 5’s, naw, for real
Hit the E way, let the bird get loose
Maybach, 4 seat, but Mr. Bitches by the twos
I’m off that boot rocking Balenciaga boots
Call up the troops, make your partner go poof
00 5, 00 5, we the truth
A place to die, tell them this shit ain’t Youtube
In the field, don’t need to think, just make a move
Washing money in the sink till it turn blue
Nigga be talking that huh
Nigga ain’t talking ’bout nun, huh-huh
I just been talking that huh
I just been talking that money, yeah-yeah
Can’t communicate it ain’t ’bout them funds, huh-huh
My location off like I’m on the run, huh-huh
Rock Balenci’, whoa, she all Saint Laurent, ha-ha
I’m all in her jaw just like bubble gum, huh-huh
Thought she was your bro till I told her I want some
Can’t pop G6, Gelato #41 in my lungs
7:30 when it is 7, yeah, red rum
Switchana, it’s a box on the back of my gun