Mod3st - Thriller (feat. Ice Prince) Lyrics

(Run away simba)
(Run)
(Run away and never return)
Look what I
Wow
Yeah
Wow
Yea
Wow
Eh
Mehn shit is a bop a thriller
Look what I done my nigga
Back on my bullshit Don't f*ck with the boy I'ma turn you to dust my nigga
Getting cheese is a must for realer
Gat me dripping in sauce vanilla
Yea I Tell you the reason your bitchy ain't free cos she f*ck with the boss omega
Bringing all of the smoke, sativa
Now they wanna choke a nigga
Well i'm done handing out favors enough is enough lil nigga
I'ma tell you this once lil nigga
Better hustle for yours lil nigga
The bulls are coming to play so you better run little Simba
I feel like a boss my nigga
Walk like a boss my nigga
The reason I don't talk to most of these rappers they ain't got the sauce my nigga
I'm like the wizard of oz my nigga
Kill em of course my nigga
With no remorse my nigga
First class legs Crossed my nigga
I called my dealer it took him a second
I called my shooter he schooled me on weapons
And my producer just cooked me a Record
To talk to the streets cos I'm who they be repping
Who could have thought that my nigga would be at the top and we getting that gwap for realer
We taking all the girls in the room
The rest of yall nigga go f*ck gorillas
Or better yet suck on a nigga
I'm a bullet in the hand of a killer
When I touch down in Brasilia
Presidential suite to the villa
They need a Aston Martin a Lambo and a Escalade
So they can pull up at Quilox same way I pulled up yesterday
I'm in a different geo-political zone and my latitude don't change
I'm in a different Range
Popping this in my name
Mehn shit is a bop a thriller
Look what I done my nigga
Back on my bullshit Don't f*ck with the boy I'ma turn you to dust my nigga
Getting cheese is a must for realer
Got me dripping in sauce vanilla
Yea I Tell you the reason your bitchy ain't free cos she f*ck with the boss omega
Bringing all of the smoke, sativa
Now they wanna choke a nigga
Well i'm done handing out favors enough is enough lil nigga
I'ma tell you this once lil nigga
Better hustle for yours lil nigga
The bulls are coming to play so you better run little Simba
I was stuck between killing these nigga and making this cash swy I had to go get it
Nigga talking bout smoking the boy
When I hop in the booth
Man I swear they ain't Ready
Now they look up to me like the general
Tryna mirror the boy like a Periscope
Was a whole lotta cold nights
Thru the hard times
But that shi was a pedestal
Oh you say you the king
Well I talked God
And he didn't forfeit to non you
He just hand me the keys
And gave me the lead
Now I gotta tutor the rest of you
Plus am Nigerian what that mean is I do not fail, I don't quit, I don't ever lose
So Don't f*ck with my money my nigga I pull up on you with some crazy ass Getto youth
Shit My kind hella rare
So homie I bet
These nigga Don't know what to do with me
And 9 times out of 10
I'm way too ahead
And thats in all levels of scrutiny
Cos I know what I do
When I do what I do
If you dont then lil homie just google me
I was Down with your bitch in my crib and she making it clap while i'm dicking her kidney
I was getting her laid till infinity
But you nigga ain't gat that longevity
Swear you nigga a joke and its killing me
Why I was made to come do this shit differently
So this here is your f*cking epiphany put some respect on my name when you speak of me
I be Packing up smoke in artillery
Down with the mob when they load up my shit in the aux
Nigga know it's a Bop a thriller
Look what I done my nigga
Back on my bullshit Don't f*ck with the boy I'ma turn you to dust my nigga
Getting cheese is a must for realer
Gat me dripping in sauce vanilla
Yea I Tell you the reason your bitchy ain't free cos she f*ck with the boss omega
Bringing all of the smoke, sativa
Now they wanna choke a nigga
Well i'm done handing out favors enough is enough lil nigga
I'ma tell you this once lil nigga
Better hustle for yours lil nigga
The bulls are coming to play so you better run little Simba