THRILL

作词 : Bobby Sandimanie/Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Jalan Lowe/Dylan Jansen/Johnny Peng

作曲 : Bobby Sandimanie/Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Jalan Lowe/Dylan Jansen/Johnny Peng

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]

Huh, niggas ain't talkin' that, huh, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', huh, huh

I just been talkin' that, huh, I could been takin' 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

I'm on that shit, woah, she like Saint Laurent, huh, huh

I'm all in her jaw, just like bubblegum, huh, huh

Thought she was yours, bro, 'til I told her, "I want some"

K5, G6, Gelato, 41 in my lungs

7:30, one of this'll bring you redrum

Switch and [?] on the back of my gun

My new bitch met Baby Money, he walked in with that lady money

This bitch think I'm on the same high, this that gas, honey

You might never feel this high 'cause you ain't rich like this

She might never get a ring, she ****ed the whole clique

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely]

I think I want her, hol' up, nah, that's just the drugs

Hit that Nickiana, walk in with my mask and my gun

I been takin' uppers but I keep a cup and a blunt

I ain't got a stay night, yes, I know this ho gonna **** me

Got my twin to the left and he clutchin'

Huh, your bitch all off G6, pussy bussin'

Got my Goyard, my bitch booty stuffin'

Think I'm extra sick, need Wockhardt over Tussin

Caught a plug, we cashin' out, don't need no frontin'

I done pulled all this cash and now they payin' money

I still would kill, remember the couches ain't have nothin'

Don't do new friends, there's prettier bitches ain't last a [?]

[Verse 3: Ken Carson]

Huh, surfin' on a pool

I'm a animal, I belong in the zoo

Some of my partners, man, ready to move, soon as they'll do it

Blues in my pocket and my religion trues

I mean True Religion

She a video vixen, she got OnlyFans

I'm a money maker, I get only bands

Hit it with the fentanyl and serve it to your mans

My London bitch **** with the whippet, yeah, she off that can

My L.A. bitch **** with the molly, she off Santan

My Florida bitch off opiates, yeah, she on brand

My partner bitch want cigarettes, she say it help her stand

I do magic, throw this money, huh, I bet I make her dance (Uh-huh)

Walk in that bitch with my steel (Steel)

I'on pen written…

[Verse 4: Destroy Lonely]

She popped a pill, treat a thot like some shorts

Cut her off, for real (On God)

We got foreign trucks climbin' up the hill (On God)

**** a borin' bitch and give her a lil' thrill (No bap)

I'm only twenty-two, but made a couple mill'

I tell 'em B5, I'm with the fives, nah, for real