"Thrill" lyrics

Do it for the thrill
You ain't never feel how I feel
Fuck friends, it's 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 I'ma run if this Glock jam
In the twilight
Shootin' star up in the sky bright
My whole life been a highlight