Thrill Sus

[Intro: Tango speaking to Frank "American Gangster"]
What the fuck you gonna do Frank, huh? (Bruskii Ky)
You gonna shoot me, in front of everybody?
Huh? Come on...

[Hook]
Ever sit down and smoke your spliff like
"Fuck, I did some fucked up shit."
And the fucked thing is you loved that shit
You won't understand 'til you take that risk
'Til you take that trip and tape that strip
Go on a drill, I don't need a pill to feel that thrill
With attempted kills
We jump out gang and heads get peeled

[Verse 1]
Gang been dumping rounds
Opp block be the dumping ground, no Beaker
Sitting in Tracy's, chatting to Justine
Tryna get drops on the rival dealer
Eager, down for the cause, not clout and the whores
It's a lie if you say, "Me neither."
'Cah I know about niggas like you
Boys in bluе working with the boys in blue
Told lil' bro, "Watch who you be 'round."
Bеing around bugs might poison you
It's around dinner, I got me a spinner
Bangers and mash, that's poison food
You don't wanna eat this corn
The led in the tip might poison you
Chop toys in two, tryna split opp boys in two
Drill like I'm chosen to
Avenge my friend, I'm supposed to do that
Real street nigga had to go through that
Shed some tears then jumped in a ride
Jumped out like, "Who's that?"
One pack, two pack
Need me a new pack, tell gang shoot that
Zoot that, we shoot, they don't shoot back
Every point I had to prove, I proved that
Hope that feds don't prove that