Lyrics Rage - Thrill9r feat. Snyder Vch

Okay
Huh, rage
Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm (Uh, uh)

All back drip like Vader
Made you my sons, I'm your father bitch
Can't hold my tongue, I'm a sailor hoe
Paid for the range, no Rover
Shooting my shot like a ranger bitch
Look at my aim, Kyrie Irving hoe
Cannot fold my paper
I cannot fold, I'm Mayweather bitch
Making it rain Iike I'm thunder hoe
Squad on deck like payroll
Passing the blunt like I'm Rondo bitch
Don't give a fuck bout a bimbo hoe
Hoe, hoe, hoe

I'm complicated, you can't solve the riddles
Cop me a whip and they think it's a rental
I keep shit simple
Don't get sentimental
I get so mad when you play with my mental
This ain't no game, better cop a Nintendo
Feelings get hurt, bodies end up in bandos
This ain't no threat but don't push me, I promise
So many bars, they thought I was a con
I'm on the run, Douglass
Bitch, yeah I'm gone
Magic
Pulled up on Mary, she's stunned
Static
Sucking my dick on her nun status
Part of the plan, she a pawn
Savage

All back drip like Vader
Made you my sons, I'm your father bitch
Can't hold my tongue, I'm a sailor hoe
Paid for the range, no Rover
Shooting my shot like a ranger bitch
Look at my aim, Kyrie Irving hoe
Cannot fold my paper
I cannot fold, I'm Mayweather bitch
Making it rain Iike I'm thunder hoe
Squad on deck like payroll
Passing the blunt like I'm Rondo bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't give a fuck bout a bimbo hoe

I want it all cuz I'm better than them
I let you talk shit then pull up with your fam
Let you feel the bass, Ray J you like you Kim
The beast is awake, I'm ready for my film
I graduated at the top of my prim
Treat you like the reaper, you could call me Grim
Connected like Metro, you could call me SIM
Throwing shots like Tebow, you could call me Tim
Something like the tussin, you could call me Robin
I caught the flu but you niggas is lying
The man with the mane, you could call me a lion
Walking on the moon, I'm Michael like the Jackson
I want it all, she a Dolly like Parton
I want it all, she a Dolly like Parton
I want it all, go tell it on the mountain
I want it all, call her Dolly Parton (Uh, Uh)

All back drip like Vader
Made you my sons, I'm your father bitch
Can't hold my tongue, I'm a sailor hoe
Paid for the range, no Rover
Shooting my shot like a ranger bitch
Look at my aim, Kyrie Irving hoe
Cannot fold my paper
I cannot fold, I'm Mayweather bitch
Making it rain Iike I'm thunder hoe
Squad on deck like payroll
Passing the blunt like I'm Rondo bitch
Don't give a fuck bout a bimbo hoe
Hoe, hoe, hoe