The Thrill

Okay aye aye aye aye
Okay 1 2 3 Bitch start losing control
Okay 4 5 6 Bitch you boutta get hit
Okay 7 8 9 Bitch no this not a joke yeah get hit with a pole yeah don't want no smoke
Okay 1 2 3 Bitch start losing control
Okay 4 5 6 Bitch you boutta get hit
Okay 7 8 9 Bitch no this not a joke yeah get hit with a pole yeah don't want no smoke

Lose control i wanna see you lose control
I'm feeling bold watch How a nigga pull up with a scope
I'm so fresh i welcome anything even death
So come correct I feel tha hostility and all the stress
All hands on deck we upping the tempo full court press
No not at all I'm balling like Kobe pass the ball
Pass the rock bitch
Hurry or get popped bitch
I don't really care what you think about my squad bitch
I been thinking bout tha money fuck all the clout bitch
I been thinking bout tha money fuck all the clout bitch
I got rockstar bitch she love heavy metal
So many lyrics in my brain this shit detrimental
So make your mind up quick cause it's consequential
And don't you tell me i ain't got it i got mad potential

Okay 1 2 3 Bitch start losing control
Okay 4 5 6 Bitch you boutta get hit
Okay 7 8 9 Bitch no this not a joke yeah get hit with a pole yeah don't want no smoke
Okay 1 2 3 Bitch start losing control
Okay 4 5 6 Bitch you boutta get hit
Okay 7 8 9 Bitch no this not a joke yeah get hit with a pole yeah don't want no smoke Yeah

Im living my life huh
For the thrill
Carry all this on my own
Don't catch a feel
Body all my bitches from New Jersey to the hills
Addictive personality I crack the weed no seal
J erase your social
I can't get attached now
Wrist look like boulder
Pouring up the henny wow
We just getting lit imagine touring out in Moscow
Double barrel blow you back I aint The one to squeeze it ow
Swoosh check yes gotta have it on me
I give you dap nigga don't hug up on me
Seeing new visions imma do it I got clarity
Pretty nigga like me well its a rarity
Said he got scanner in the whip to see the po po
I can see right through the fake huh
Vision thermal
Rolling calabass she my baby check the status
I can wear whatever and make it expensive fabric
Shawty started banging on my line hitting my telly
I can't go in no no no I aint ready
Let her wear my chain then pass it to her friend



Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Valdivia
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