Destroy Lonely - THRILL (feat. Ken Carson) lyrics

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

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**kеd the whole clique

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**k me (Yeah)
Got my twin to the left and he clutching, huh
Your bitch all on G6, pussy 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)

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**k with the whippet, yeah
She off the can
My LA bitch f**k 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**k 'bout bein' real

I keep nodding off
(Off) , I cracked the seal (Yeah)
In her pussy, '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**k 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)

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