SahBabii - Thrilla lyrics

CashMoneyAP woah, ayy

Good feelings, wet sweaters
I ain't trippin', got on Margielas
Bad bitch, Cinderella ape nuts, spinarilla
Pull out that chopper, we goin' Thriller
Hop out the freezer, we cold killers
Hop out the freezer, we cold killers
Yeah, yeah, pop at your top, we real killers
I'm doin' the Jackson, no fuckin' Thriller
Woah, big bands on me
I just smashed out in a fuckin' Bentley
All of my cousins are fuckin' ready
I'll take your teeth, no fuckin' dentist
You say you count up, bitch
You fuckin' kiddin'
Woah, I don't give a fuck 'bout your ho
Ayy

Good fellas, ten letters
Fuck your bitch in some Margielas


Turnt the girl into a Cinderella
Fucked the bitch and told her don't tell you
Jump out the with a umbrella
Like, yeah, bitch, I'm a Goodfella
See them diamonds? yeah, they mellow yellow
King gutter jungle, yeah, we flock together
Told my lil' brother
"Keep applying pressure"
I'ma take this shit to the next level
I'ma show the bitch they
Could've did better
You be chasin' cheese and
I be chasin' cheddar
Hold up, girl, we on a different level
That nigga there a rat and
I'm a fuckin' rebel me and shine together
Ran up the bands to another perspective
Send them hitters shootin' out a
Pull up with a stick, yeah
That's heavy metal
Kickin' shit in the loft
Bad bitches, know we had several
Valet park it, yeah, I keep a Tesla
Twenty-thousand, dropped it on a bezel
Percocet got me feelin' special
Fucked your bitch and then she left you
Pull up with a stick, yeah
That's heavy metal
Kickin' shit in the loft
Bad bitches, know we had several
Valet park it, yeah, I keep a Tesla
Twenty-thousand, dropped it on a bezel
Percocet got me feelin' special
Fucked your bitch and then she left you

Good feelings, wet sweaters
I ain't trippin', got on Margielas
Bad bitch, Cinderella ape nuts, spinarilla
Pull out that chopper, we goin' Thriller
Hop out the freezer, we cold killers
Hop out the freezer, we cold killers
Yeah, yeah, pop at your top, we real killers
I'm doin' the Jackson, no fuckin' Thriller
Woah, big bands on me
I just smashed out in a fuckin' Bentley
All of my cousins are fuckin' ready
I'll take your teeth, no fuckin' dentist
You say you count up, bitch
You fuckin' kiddin'
Woah, I don't give a fuck 'bout your ho
Ayy

Moon walkin' to the jet
No, I'm not Michael
But we make a movie like Thriller
Step on your couch in some Maison Margielas
Red sweater like I'm ridin' with the Devil
Bad bitch, no Cinderella
No glass slippers, just some red bottoms
Ridin' with the squid, no Bikini Bottom
No ten letter, we some real shottas
We never run from no fuckin' problem
We run in smoke like some firefighters
These niggas snakes, fuck a wire
Had to designer my whole attire
Bags of the swag, twenty-two, that is minimum
Call Juliano, you know that he sendin' 'em
Xans by the hunnid, you know that we get 'em
Perc by the thousand
You know we be missin 'em
You don't want no smoke, bro
You don't want no smoke, G
I'm ridin' with some Goodfellas
Them niggas some OG's play with my money
You know that I'm comin'
Play with that bag
You know that I'm gunnin'
These niggas hatin'
Don't wanna see me make it
If I go broke, swear to God I'ma take it
Swear to God I'ma take it
Swear to God I'ma take it
I'm ridin' with that chopper
This shit feel amazing
Them percs got me geeked
Got me itchin' and scratchin'
No time to go to sleep, tryna get a bag
No time for relaxin'

Good feelings, wet sweaters
I ain't trippin', got on Margielas
Bad bitch, Cinderella ape nuts, spinarilla
Pull out that chopper, we goin' Thriller
Hop out the freezer, we cold killers
Hop out the freezer, we cold killers
Yeah, yeah, pop at your top, we real killers
I'm doin' the Jackson, no fuckin' Thriller
Woah, big bands on me
I just smashed out in a fuckin' Bentley
All of my cousins are fuckin' ready
I'll take your teeth, no fuckin' dentist
You say you count up, bitch
You fuckin' kiddin'
Woah, I don't give a fuck 'bout your ho
Ayy