Jumanji (feat. TheKID Jet)

Aye
Smoking on a whole bunch of ganja
Fucked around and fell in love with a monster
Can't get back my time or mind think I lost em'
Can't get back my time or mind think I, uh wait
But now i'm in my zone
High as E.T, phone home
I heard she turned her last dude into stone
Better than my last chick she was stone cold
Let me tell ya
She gon' say I'm lying, I was really trying this is my side of it
I thought that she could be mine but came to find, she on that Vampira shit
Woke up in the morning read a text on my phone
Said I love you babe, but if you ever leave me imma lodge this fangs in your throat, damn

Pull up to the scene with a Firefly
That's my Baby
Thanking God that she's not the greedy kind
Love my baby, love you boo
I just chill in the cut
Rolling it up
By the time that I spark it
She rounded them up
Got a white hoe named Margaret
She Carrie the blood money
Run up and cut for me
But Ann do it lovingly
Pull up with nothing then leave yo ass bludgeoned
I tagged her with Mallory
We fucked in the function, Aye aye
I just had to see something
I heard them crazy girls pussy be bussing
But I gave the ring to Samara, dummy
So I wrapped it up like a handsome, mummy
That's probably why she don't trust me
But I gotta let the beast out like Jumanji
I just had to see somethin'
I heard them crazy girls pussy be bussin'
I had to let the beast out like Jumanji

Ever deal with a bitch, leave you down on your last?
Ever put 'em in reverse, where the tires all smashed?
Drop her off early
Let's head to the next
I'm cruising with B.Goode
Linked up with kid jet
Sum up them spirits, go conjure regrets
You thinking about folk tales?
We seen them in check
And all they wanna talk about is bogus shit
This a multiversal threat
Saw
The mummy
The scarecrow
Knock jeepers and creepers
Little bastards running wild for a Halloween feature
Best put on Elvira
Or Joe Bob for terrors
The way they depicted go leave you in shambles
I'm off of the handle
Go grip on the knife
Michael might slice you
The wolf man go live
Damage your temple with these instrumentals
I'll rock the whole stand up
This one monster mash bro
And that's that talk to a fault
Where those freaks knock you off
Don't you dare say Beetlejuice
He might just, pop up
Listen up closely
Y'all better run
Cause this triplet deadly
It's something un done
You calling the greatest
But left out the funds
I'll smack all your favors
And run out the sun



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Gildersleeve
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