Thrill
Yo, yo
When's the last time you been on a drill
When's the last time you made shit spill tryna hop out the car leave a opp nigga filled
Stay on point 'cause shits gettin' real
She wanna fuck with the guys for the thrill ion trust no hoe 'cause I'm really in field
All that pain that I got they don't feel
Free da guys tryna fight with appeals
When last did you hop in a whip
Makin' excuses 'cause you really bitch
lost my bro and my finger been itch
Clean out your whole block like a dish
Niggas talkin' bout me like some fish
Prolly shot em or fucked his bitch
I ain't worried bout dem got my grip
And niggas get pitched when they droppin' the fifth
Word to bro I do this for him
Knuckle up with a opp in the bin
I was fifteen with a revy on hip
Used to love how that lil bitch spin
Now we got ggs in the crib
Thirty bop with a switch it's grim
Gen five blacked out and it's slim
Aim for his locs give him more than a trim
When's the last time you been on a drill
When's the last time you made shit spill tryna hop out the car leave a opp nigga filled
Stay on point 'cause shits gettin' real
She wanna fuck with the guys for the thrill ion trust no hoe 'cause I'm really in field
All that pain that I got they don't feel
Free da guys tryna fight with appeals
Free da guys man I miss dem a lot
All these conditions got me goin' got
Bro said put your trust in allah
And watch out for slimey niggas tryna plot
Tryna buck me a DC yute
Tryna leave him in ICU
You beat once then I beat too
Let off like nine plus two at you
When's the last time you played your block
Post up with a glizzy on cotch
And you don't give a fuck 'bout the cops
All you wanna do is catch a notch
Let it off everyting get boshed
Bloodshed beef ain't gettin' squashed
Street life what is the cost
Lotta lessons we learnt from a loss
When's the last time you been on a drill
When's the last time you made shit spill tryna hop out the car leave a opp nigga filled
Stay on point 'cause shits gettin' real
She wanna fuck with the guys for the thrill ion trust no hoe 'cause I'm really in field
All that pain that I got they don't feel
Free da guys tryna fight with appeals
When's the last time you been on a drill
When's the last time you made shit spill tryna hop out the car leave a opp nigga filled
Stay on point 'cause shits gettin' real
She wanna fuck with the guys for the thrill ion trust no hoe 'cause I'm really in field
All that pain that I got they don't feel
Free da guys tryna fight with appeals
When last did you hop in a whip
Makin' excuses 'cause you really bitch
lost my bro and my finger been itch
Clean out your whole block like a dish
Niggas talkin' bout me like some fish
Prolly shot em or fucked his bitch
I ain't worried bout dem got my grip
And niggas get pitched when they droppin' the fifth
Word to bro I do this for him
Knuckle up with a opp in the bin
I was fifteen with a revy on hip
Used to love how that lil bitch spin
Now we got ggs in the crib
Thirty bop with a switch it's grim
Gen five blacked out and it's slim
Aim for his locs give him more than a trim
When's the last time you been on a drill
When's the last time you made shit spill tryna hop out the car leave a opp nigga filled
Stay on point 'cause shits gettin' real
She wanna fuck with the guys for the thrill ion trust no hoe 'cause I'm really in field
All that pain that I got they don't feel
Free da guys tryna fight with appeals
Free da guys man I miss dem a lot
All these conditions got me goin' got
Bro said put your trust in allah
And watch out for slimey niggas tryna plot
Tryna buck me a DC yute
Tryna leave him in ICU
You beat once then I beat too
Let off like nine plus two at you
When's the last time you played your block
Post up with a glizzy on cotch
And you don't give a fuck 'bout the cops
All you wanna do is catch a notch
Let it off everyting get boshed
Bloodshed beef ain't gettin' squashed
Street life what is the cost
Lotta lessons we learnt from a loss
When's the last time you been on a drill
When's the last time you made shit spill tryna hop out the car leave a opp nigga filled
Stay on point 'cause shits gettin' real
She wanna fuck with the guys for the thrill ion trust no hoe 'cause I'm really in field
All that pain that I got they don't feel
Free da guys tryna fight with appeals
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Writer(s): Dopeboy Dq
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