Hunter ft. Brill 4 The Thrill Lyrics

Riding wit my killers we be trooping ain't no lames around

You a clown pistol to yo ear do you hear me now

Spray them down then book a flight duck off out of town

Wit a thick bitch she keep yelling babe I'm cumin now

House in the hills got to get it watch me stack bucks

Watermelon smoothie what I'm drinking in this double cup

I don't want to fuck just want the chicken tag yo runner up

She gone bleed those feet and book a trick for his rollie bruh

Posted in the v booking flights getting to the dough

Really need this hoe to hurry up bitch we got to go

She just booked a trick for his rollie and a couple grand

Stacking money staying out the way I don't do the friends

Never catch me sipping on lean got to stay alert might pop

A perky or a bean hit it till she hurt Glock seventeen wit a

Beam the laser really work dome shot or make sure he cant

Walk shit what ever works its a reason people call me saint

Silent assassin show me what you doing present day fuck that

Use to have shit disrespect all my niggas trooping learn from

The best fly nigga out the east side sliding through the west

Riding wit my killers we be trooping ain't no lames around

You a clown pistol to yo ear do you hear me now

Spray them down then book a flight duck off out of town

Wit a thick bitch she keep yelling babe I'm cumin now

House in the hills got to get it watch me stack bucks

Watermelon smoothie what I'm drinking in this double cup

I don't want to fuck just want the chicken tag yo runner up

She gone bleed those feet and book a trick for his rollie bruh

Sip lean double cup codeine no ice in it every time my

Money leave I always meet back right wit it we'll re rock

Them we run the play back quick if you do the right business

I'm in a all blacked out Audi wit a lil bad bitch on my side

In it let me know what you working wit I might fuck wit it

If its gravy me and brody in a Mercedes got four pockets full

Of lil baby they like how you do it I got a bitch that ain't

Three oh four but she pay me I be in her guts tryna kill her shit

But she ain't yelling out save me I be in the kitchen wrapping

Like its a lab in it boy let yo bitch leave the house you know

She mad in it I got a lot up in my stash cuz I don't never grab

In it get wit it don't nobody care about the old run that you had wit it

Riding wit my killers we be trooping ain't no lames around

You a clown pistol to yo ear do you hear me now

Spray them down then book a flight duck off out of town

Wit a thick bitch she keep yelling babe I'm cumin now

House in the hills got to get it watch me stack bucks

Watermelon smoothie what I'm drinking in this double cup

I don't want to fuck just want the chicken tag yo runner up

She gone bleed those feet and book a trick for his rollie bruh