Thriller! lyrics

[Hook: Grioten]
b*tch I get the muthaf*cking bag
I be going to the max
When I look at you I laugh
I’m the cream of the crop
You a bug under the mat
Yeah hit you from the back
Like this like that
b*tch you never see me coming cause I’m under the attack
Bad b*tch tryna f*ck
b*tch I came up from the mud
Ain’t nobody by my side to keep my nice and f*cking tuck
Only way to go is up
b*tch you better buckle up
Cause im bout to brake sh*t like b*tch what the f*ck

[Verse 1: Grioten]
b*tch I f*cking break your f*cking neck
Yeah 1v1, ima lay your ass to rest
God damn
If you wanna fight I got a stick right on left
And a hook coming for your right
b*tch why you tryna f*ck girl you ain’t my f*cking type
Better turn your ass around before I stab you with a knife
I don’t f*ck with emo b*tches cause they always tryna die
b*tch I just wanna live my f*cking life god damn
I’ll f*cking murder you
Michael Jackson it’s a f*cking thriller
Got a bad b*tch sucking on my di*k she a killer
Muthaf*cka tryna test, all he wanna do a is flex
b*tch I ain’t got no time for that, next (yuh)
Yeah I enter with a full clip, pulled up with a stick god dayum
Ain’t nobody f*cking moving like I am
I just wanna be the best
I ain’t ever gunna rest
b*tch ima go hard till I get the f*cking bag god damn
[Verse 2: Green Orxnge]
Annie are you walking?
Are you walking with a strap?
Yuh fully automatic when you shoot it it’s go prra
Like one two three four five six seven eight
Might pull up to the crib like that
God dam b*tch suck on my lolipop
Put you in a trans, no fat, b*tch I’m off the rocks
b*tches call me playboy carti when I hit that Molly rock
Like that, b*tch don’t talk when I talk
f*ck another b*tch while I get the f*cking bag
I got a run, shoot you in your f*cking brain go splat
b*tch spit on my face, thank you so much
Ima tie you up and put you in my dump truck b*tch like damn

[Bridge: Grioten]
I’ll f*cking murder you
Michael Jackson it’s a f*cking thriller
Got a bad b*tch sucking on my di*k she a killer
Muthaf*cka tryna test, all he wanna do a is flex
b*tch I ain’t got no time for that, next (yuh)
Yeah I enter with a full clip, pulled up with a stick god dayum
Ain’t nobody f*cking moving like I am
I just wanna be the best
I ain’t ever gunna rest
b*tch ima go hard till I get the f*cking bag god damn
[Hook: Grioten]
b*tch I get the muthaf*cking bag
I be going to the max
When I look at you I laugh
I’m the cream of the crop
You a bug under the mat
Yeah hit you from the back
Like this like that
b*tch you never see me coming cause I’m under the attack
Bad b*tch tryna f*ck
b*tch I came up from the mud
Ain’t nobody by my side to keep my nice and f*cking tuck
Only way to go is up
b*tch you better buckle up
Cause im bout to brake sh*t like b*tch what the f*ck