Do it for the thrill
You ain't never feel how I feel
F*ck friends its just me and my steel
These niggas not real
But they be hella tough off pills
Still slidin' (skrr skrr)
Hot wheels
Nigga I just want a mill
We was sellin' dope on the hill
I'll stick a nigga up 'fore I steal
Battery and strong arm is my skill
And i'ma keep goin hard 'til i'm killed
Baby i'm ridin' dirty
Got aim I don't even got to slide with a thirty
And this bitch so "purty"
Way a nigga move you think I sold birdies
And the rock had a nigga outside so early
So young
Dumb
And under the sun
If you don't got no strap, boy you better get one
Don't want to hurt nobody, I'm just tryin' have fun
We in the USA, where everybody got a gun
Like gah damn
Still hidin' from the cop cams
And ima run if this glock jam
In the twilight
Shootin' star up in the sky bright
My whole life been a highlight
Rob Vicious - Thrill Lyrics
Rob Vicious - Thrill Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Do it for the thrill
You ain't never feel how I feel
F*ck friends its just me and my steel
These niggas not real
But they be hella tough off pills
Still slidin' (skrr skrr)
Hot wheels
Nigga I just want a mill
We was sellin' dope on the hill
I'll stick a nigga up 'fore I steal
Battery and strong arm is my skill
And i'ma keep goin hard 'til i'm killed
Baby i'm ridin' dirty
Got aim I don't even got to slide with a thirty
And this bitch so "purty"
Way a nigga move you think I sold birdies
And the rock had a nigga outside so early
So young
Dumb
And under the sun
If you don't got no strap, boy you better get one
Don't want to hurt nobody, I'm just tryin' have fun
We in the USA, where everybody got a gun
Like gah damn
Still hidin' from the cop cams
And ima run if this glock jam
In the twilight
Shootin' star up in the sky bright
My whole life been a highlight
You ain't never feel how I feel
F*ck friends its just me and my steel
These niggas not real
But they be hella tough off pills
Still slidin' (skrr skrr)
Hot wheels
Nigga I just want a mill
We was sellin' dope on the hill
I'll stick a nigga up 'fore I steal
Battery and strong arm is my skill
And i'ma keep goin hard 'til i'm killed
Baby i'm ridin' dirty
Got aim I don't even got to slide with a thirty
And this bitch so "purty"
Way a nigga move you think I sold birdies
And the rock had a nigga outside so early
So young
Dumb
And under the sun
If you don't got no strap, boy you better get one
Don't want to hurt nobody, I'm just tryin' have fun
We in the USA, where everybody got a gun
Like gah damn
Still hidin' from the cop cams
And ima run if this glock jam
In the twilight
Shootin' star up in the sky bright
My whole life been a highlight
Writer: Robert Magee
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC