Pryde - The Thrill lyrics

[Produced by Joey Castellani] [Verse 1: Pryde] Downtown roaming with the whole clique Know we all gon' snap like it's '06 Oh sh**, it's the yellow Ryan Gosling I don't halfway sh**, I want the whole thing Still f**ing bad news and my knuckle tattoos And a chick that's new to my city I know you don't got a clue who you're with but my crew is the sh** You don't gotta worry with me Drinking on a rooftop, don't fall down Baby know we can't stop, won't stop now Yeah we used to wait up at the bus stop, now we having fun And we're almost number one like how, how? We lost back then, now we about to win Champagne on apartment balconies You can pop a molly, baby girl, whatever, that's cool You can do the d** but don't let them do you, do you Baby girl, do you, ain't even went to cla** but I'm leading the new school I know they've got money, doesn't mean they're cool dudes You could be a lame with a bank like Gates You moved to the city, got a condo downtown You just want the team to show you the night life I know just how you feel, I ain't into over-thinking Twist the cap on my bottle and get right [Hook: Pryde & Gabrielle Ross] I know you're new to everything, let me show you around Oh, I know just what you want, I could show you if you're down She said, "I just wanted time, need a night up on the town Yeah I drink, yeah I smoke, yeah I do all that sh** tonight For the thrill of it, for the thrill of it The thrill, the thrill For the thrill of it, for the thrill of it The thrill, the thrill [Verse 2: Pryde] Y'all know me, still the same old D from the dirty B Hated on by most these haters with no cheese, but my b**h on fleek I ain't gotta speak, I still will make you listen And I'm in the kitchen steady pot and pan whipping Peter Piper piping on your precious princess, youngin' You know you're f**ing with your brother, incest youngin' Said mix it down, pour it up, teen spirit up in my cup You ain't the hottest up in the city, I get it, boy, I don't give a f** 905, 416, three years back they ain't on my sh** But my wardrobe on 100, no temper tantrum but I'm throwing fits 'Preme tees with the matching hats, we're like '03 Aftermath Now how crack is that? More green than a cabbage patch So roll it up, girl, pa** the gra** And I ain't gotta be underground, stay underground So you could tell me I'm the best and the next up Baby girl, dress up, puff your chest up Get them eyebrows done and let's get drunk [Hook] [x2]