Lyrics: Shauna Simone Yeboah
Came with the bass, came with the drum
Came with the bass, came with the drum
My mashup the ting, they lead no prom
The S-I-double-S, top selection
Vibes never done, vibes 'til the sun
Vibes never done, vibes 'til the sun
Sun come out to make zombie run
Someone tell NGHTMRE gotta wheel this one
It's 'bout to be a thrilla (Throw them hands up)
Hands up to the sticker (Throw them hands up)
It's 'bout to be a thrilla (Throw them hands up)
Hands up to the sticker (Throw them hands up)
(Yeah)
(Throw them hands up)
'Bout to be a thrilla, hands up to the sticker
(Yeah)
(Throw them hands up)
'Bout to be a thrilla, hands up to the sticker
Flow sick, need to isolate
Hit snooze on Slim and now you're wide awake
Everyone panic when I hibernate
'Cause you're gonna need cover when I runs away
Bring smoke and ashes like you don't want some
Back to the blood and the skeleton
24 hours the sleeps, they come
Some chances, they only come once
It's 'bout to be a thrilla (Throw them hands up)
It's 'bout to be a thrilla (Throw them hands up)
(Throw them hands up)
(Pull up, pull up, pull up)
(Throw them hands up)
(Throw them hands up)
(Yeah)
(Throw them hands up)
'Bout to be a thrilla, hands up to the sticker
(Yeah)
(Throw them hands up)
(Throw them hands up)
'Bout to be a thrilla, hands up to the sticker