Thrill

I've been hustlin' for a minute, a minute
I see M's in my vision
I know that boy a pussy, I can feel it in my spirit
Too much loud in the crib, it be gettin' hard to hear it
Damn, I'm tryna leave the streets, but that trap gave me a thrill

Damn, that trap gave me a thrill, damn, damn, who got them pills
Im buys scripts just tell me who got them pills
I done gave a drink, but damn, I like the way it made me feel
I done gave a drink, but damn, I like the way it made me feel
Roll that dope up, too many pounds in here, no way that I can stretch them
Two years straight, no hiccups, thank the man for all my blessings
Where would I be without that top shelf
Probably stuck down beggin' the next man
It's the reverend nigga reach ain't got no problems, teachin' no lessons

I've been hustlin' for a minute, and them M's in my vision
Now I know that boy a pussy, I can feel it in my spirit
Too much loud in the crib, it be gettin' hard to hear it
Damn, I'm tryna leave the streets, but that trap gave me a thrill



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Writer(s): Dallas Waiters
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