**Verse 1:** Hillboythrilla, came up out the sticks, yeah, Countin' racks, stackin' bricks, never miss, yeah, Whip clean, mud on the tires, still crisp, yeah, up north, where the hustle never quits, yeah. Backroads, cruisin', got that bass thumpin, rockville v2 10s poundin under tha seat. Big dreams, big moves, never skippin' the funk, Got that gyatts, all the girls wanna ride, lovin on my custom merch Trap king, makin' noise, never gonna hide. **Chorus:** Hillboythrilla, got the gyatts, he the man, Runnin' up the game with the heat, got a plan, Trap beats bangin', got 'em all in a trance, Hillboythrilla, make 'em move, make 'em dance. **Verse 2:** From the quincy hill to the top, watch me rise like the sun, City slickers talkin’ down, but they ain’t knowin’ none, Got the game in my hands, country livin’ with the funds, Got that gyatts on my side, we just havin' fun. Chain hang low, got the shine like a star, Ridin' with the crew, takin' over every bar, Hustlin' hard, tryna makin' stacks, ain't no slowin' down, Hillboythrilla run the town, wearin’ the crown. **Chorus:** Hillboythrilla, got the gyatts, he the man, Runnin' up the game with the heat, got a plan, Trap beats bangin', got 'em all in a trance, Hillboythrilla, make 'em move, make 'em dance. **Outro:** In the woods or the city, he gon' make it big, Hillboythrilla, stay lit, never flip the script, Gyatts by his side, yeah, they know what’s up, Trap life, hill life, we just runnin’ it up.