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[Intro]
Thrillboy
Fuck 'em up, Dior

[Verse]
Hop up in a CLS
Got the Gucci printed up on my chest
Oh, I need the Amiri, yeah, I love to flex
Since a youngin all I knew is finesse
Two XDs, boy, I keep me a vest
Popping a Perc', it take away stress
He loving that ho, she giving me sex
I brought my bitch a bag of designer
The shit that I'm rocking, boy, you cannot find it
I put that bitch in Chanel and she giving brain very well
I walk in the mall and get fleek
I got these hunnids on me
I got these hunnids, they blue
Nigga, this shit is not new
Ha
That boy, he thought he was jugging for real
I'm sipping on drank, I'm popping the sеal
I'm off of the Perc', now I'm so chill
I'm off of the X but I'm so trill
Shе off of the gas, got her in her feels
Prada on me and that shit cost a bag
And these jeans getting stuffed wit the racks
If you get jammed boy, you gon' rat
Eating good, lil' nigga get fat
Lil' bro, I'm stuck in my glow
Nigga, my pockets on go
Hop in a AMG
I got that guap on me
She tryna fuck on me
She wanna fuck on me
You niggas been rapping yo whole life
Did this shit in one night
I'm off the Xanny, high just like a kite
I see 12 then i take flight
This lil' ho, she can stay four the night
She ride on that dick just like a trike
I catch yo ho but this bitch so trife
Loving that ho but that bitch is trifling
You can talk shit, just say goodnight, man
I run up on him, a thief in the night, man
I walk up in Neiman and I just get right, man