Thrilla
All day

[Chorus: Lucius P. Thundercat]
Call me out my name means nada
You ain’t with the shits or drama
Think of her satisfaction
See you just being selfish
Just let me fuck her four times
Dawg stop being possessive
Was you an only child
Or you ain’t have no friends
You need to learn to share
I know she told you not to worry
And you believed her like a fucking chump
Eight in the morning when you leaving
She already out here blowing me up
I got receipts you think I’m lying
And it’s the kinda shit you couldn’t make up
I know she told you she don’t like me
Well you should see the way your shawty hatе fucks

[Verse 1: Lucius P. Thundercat]
Yung Thrilla polarizing
But that’s a cost I’ll pay and
You probably think I’m ass but
Your girl think I’m the shit, I
I treat her likе a thot, I
Ain’t try to learn her name and
She treat me like a thot, she
Won’t fuck me at her crib, that’s
High level thot maneuvers
My motives innocent
I ain’t fuck her just to spite you
It’s the love of the game
See I’m lowkey nice as fuck you
Just biased as it stands
If you put all this behind you
We’d probably make good friends but
I know that won’t ever happen
But the door is always open

[Chorus: Lucius P. Thundercat]
Call me out my name means nada
You ain’t with the shits or drama
Think of her satisfaction
See you just being selfish
Just let me fuck her 4 times
Dawg stop being possessive
Was you an only child
Or you ain’t have no friends
You need to learn to share
I know she told you not to worry
And you believed her like a fucking chump
Eight in the morning when you leaving
She already out here blowing me up
I got receipts you think I’m lying
And it’s the kinda shit you couldn’t make up
I know she told you she don’t like me
Well you should see the way your shawty hate fucks

[Verse 2: Project Pat]
If i did smash your bitch
Then that mean you ain’t my homie
I been here for a while
And i know you n***as phony
But I’m on my Ps and my Qs and I knows
Ballin on these n***as all day I’m a pro
I’m a god on these streets to these n***as
And I never look weak to these n***as
Your pockets might get weak fuckin with n***as
But I always been true to my n***as
I had to learn that on my own
Got cheese on my own
Might have to pimp me a bitch if
She do not watch her tone
And I never use a loan
I got rich off making songs
In that cell I was alone
That made a n***a strong ooh
[Chorus: Lucius P. Thundercat]
Think of her satisfaction
See you just being selfish
Just let me fuck her four times
Dawg stop being possessive
Was you an only child
Or you ain’t have no friends
You need to learn to share
I know she told you not to worry
And you believed her like a fucking chump
Eight in the morning when you leaving
She already out here blowing me up
I got receipts you think I’m lying
And it’s the kinda shit you couldn’t make up
I know she told you she don’t like me
Well you should see the way your shawty hate fucks