Thrill Lyrics

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Niggas be talking that, huh, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', huh, huh
I just been talking that, huh, I just been talkin' 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', woah, she like Saint Laurent, huh, huh
I'm all in her jaw, just like bubble gum, yeah, woah
Thought she was your bro 'til I told her, "I want some"
Can't pop G6, Gelato #41 in my lungs
730, 187, yeah, redrum
Switchiana, it's a box on the back of my gun
[Verse 1: Ken Carson]
My new bitch with Baby Money, he walked in with the lady money
This Wednesday 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 f*ckеd the whole clique

[Verse 2: Destroy Lonely & Ken Carson]
I think I want hеr, hold up, nah, that's just the drugs
Hit that lickiana, walked in with my mask and my gun
I been takin' uppers, but I keep a cup and a blunt
I ain't gotta stunt her, yes, I know this ho gonna f*ck me (Yeah)
Got my twin to the left and he clutching, huh
Your bitch all on G6, p*ssy bussing
Like my Goyard, my bitch booty stuffy
Think I'm into sippin' Wockhardt over 'Tussin (Yeah)
Prada plug, we cashing out, don't need no frontin'
All the promoters cashin' out, they payin' money
I still would kill, remember the couches, ain't have nothin' (No bap)
Don't do new friends, it's plenty of bitches and lot's of hundreds (No bap)

[Verse 3: Ken Carson & Destroy Lonely]
Huh, shiesty on, no Pooh
I'm a animal, I belong in the zoo
Some of my partners bang red, don't know too many blue
Blues in my pocket of my Religion True's
I mean True Religion
She a video vixen, she got OnlyFans
I'm a money maker, I get only bands (On God)
Hit it with the fentanyl and serve it to your mans (No bap)
My London bitch f*ck with the whippet, yeah, she off the can
My L.A. bitch f*ck with the molly, she off Santan (Woo, woo)
My Florida bitch off opiates, yeah, she on brand (Woo) My model bitch want cigarettes, she say it help her stand (Uh-huh)
I do magic, throw this money, huh, I bet I make her dance (Uh-huh)
Walk in that bitch with my steel (Uh-huh)
On ten, I'm ready to drill (Uh-huh)
Don Julio, she want some scotch
Codeine that lean, for real
Since 2016, been crackin' them seals
Since 2015, been poppin' them pills
I gave her a bean, she split it with the whole team and all the hoes got killed (Got killed)
Dunk on your bitch, I ball (I ball), I got skills
Too much water, ah (Ah), I grew gills
You get high for fun, I get high to switch my feel'
I'ma just be fine, give a f*ck 'bout bein' real
[Verse 4: Destroy Lonely]
I keep nodding off (Off), I cracked the seal (Yeah)
In her p*ssy, 'bout to drown (Drown), Navy SEALs (Yeah)
Trippin', shawty goin' North (North), she popped a pill
Treat a thot like some shorts (Shorts), cut her off, for real (For real)
We got foreign trucks climbin' up the hill (No bap)
f*ck a borin' bitch and give her a lil' thrill (No bap)
I'm only twenty-two but made a couple mil'
I tell her be 5, I'm with the 5s, nah, for real
Hit the E-way, let the bird get loose
Maybach four seat, but we stuff bitches by the twos
I'm off that boof, rockin' Balenciaga boots (No bap)
Call up the troops, make your partner go poof (No bap)
Double O-5, Double O-5, we the truth
Ways to die, tell them this shit ain't YouTube (No bap)
In the field, don't need to think, just make a move
Washin' money in the sink 'til it turn blue (No bap)

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
Niggas be talking that, huh, niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', huh, huh
I just been talking that, huh, I just been talkin' 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', woah, she like Saint Laurent, huh, huh
I'm all in her jaw, just like bubble gum, yeah, woah
Thought she was your bro 'til I told her, "I want some"
Can't pop G6, Gelato #41 in my lungs
730, 187, yeah, redrum
Switchiana, it's a box on the back of my gun

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