THRILL lyrics

[Chorus: Ken Carson]
n*ggas be talking that— huh, n*ggas 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 broad '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]
Walked in this b*tch with the Baby Money, he walked in with his 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 b*tch all on G6, pus*y bussing
Like my Goyard, my b*tch booty stuffin'
Think I'm extra sick, need Wockhardt over 'Tussin (Yeah)
Call the 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 b*tches and lots 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 b*tch f*ck with the whippet, yeah, she off the can
My L.A. b*tch f*ck with the Molly, she off sand tan (Woo, woo)
My Florida b*tch off opiates, yeah, she on brand (Woo)
My model b*tch smoke cigarettes, she say it help her stance (Uh-huh)
I do magic, throw this money, huh, I bet I make her dance (Uh-huh)
Walk in that b*tch with my steel (Uh-huh)
On ten, I'm ready to drill (Uh-huh)
Don Julio, she want some scotch
Codeine, I 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 b*tch, 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 Five, give a f*ck 'bout bein' real

[Verse 4: Destroy Lonely]
I keep nodding off (Off), I cracked the seal (Yeah)
In her pus*y, 'bout to drown (Drown), Navy SEALs (Yeah)
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 boring b*tch and give her a lil' thrill (No bap)
I'm only twenty-two but made a couple mil'
I tell her be Five, I'm with the Fives, nah, for real
Hit the E-way, let the bird get loose
Maybach four seat, but we stuff b*tches by the twos
I'm off that boot, rockin' Balenciaga boots (No bap)
Call up the troops, make your partner go poof (No bap)
Double O-Five, Double O-Five, we the truth
Ways to die, tell them this sh*t 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]
n*ggas be talking that— huh, n*ggas 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 broad '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