Jumanji
(Wake up Filthy) huh, huh, huh
Every day I'm swaggin' bitch, I'm never tacky
I rock all black, you'll never catch me in khaki
All my bitches bad and boujee, yeah, and they all ratchet
And my niggas black, you flash your chain and they gon' snatch it
I got 50 P's and pints of lean, yeah, bitch I'm trappin'
I'm obsessed to gettin' this money
I can't stress 'bout a broke bitch or nothing
I'm in ATL and this bitch biting like Jumanji
I'm in ATL and this bitch lying
I'm in ATL, it's sticks up, bitch, won't do no fighting, yeah
Got to keep yo' blick, oh, can't let a nigga take yo' life
'Cause I'm paid in full, and I can't go out like Mekhi Phifer
Hell nah
I can't go
'Cause I get like a 100k, yeah, for one show
You better get send them racks andelé, yeah, I need that load
These pussy niggas jumping gang to gang, yeah, they like some toads
And they stink like some toes
I fuck bad bitches and you fuck on stank hoes
You smoke block work, I smoke on that dank, woah
I got codeine and promethazine in my drink, hoe
And I think I'm losing my mind, woah, off these drugs
Talkin' swag, I got more drip than a fuckin' toad
He claim he gang, but we all know that nigga a dub
I got bust down chains, woah, bust down range, I give you this bust down hoe
He ain't got no chains, no, he ain't got no range, she wants some bust down low
I'ma bust down that lil' bitch and I'ma bust her up
I send that bitch an UberX, not a black truck
All these niggas doin' that shit we were doin' last year
I bought a SRT, don't ask me why I'm movin' fast, yeah
I go ghost just like Casper, I'm Michael Myers masked up
But this Rick
I'm still swaggin' rockin' fashion, but I'm 'bout to hit a lick
Balenci boots kickin' yo' door
I'm takin' all your jewelry, and I'm takin' all your dough, I need all that shit
Huh, huh, huh
Every day I'm swaggin' bitch, I'm never tacky
I rock all black, you'll never catch me in khaki
All my bitches bad and boujee, yeah, and they all ratchet
And my niggas black, you flash your chain and they gon' snatch it
I got 50 P's and pints of lean, yeah, bitch I'm trappin'
I'm obsessed to gettin' this money
I can't stress 'bout a broke bitch or nothing
I'm in ATL and this bitch biting like Jumanji
Every day I'm swaggin' bitch, I'm never tacky
I rock all black, you'll never catch me in khaki
All my bitches bad and boujee, yeah, and they all ratchet
And my niggas black, you flash your chain and they gon' snatch it
I got 50 P's and pints of lean, yeah, bitch I'm trappin'
I'm obsessed to gettin' this money
I can't stress 'bout a broke bitch or nothing
I'm in ATL and this bitch biting like Jumanji
I'm in ATL and this bitch lying
I'm in ATL, it's sticks up, bitch, won't do no fighting, yeah
Got to keep yo' blick, oh, can't let a nigga take yo' life
'Cause I'm paid in full, and I can't go out like Mekhi Phifer
Hell nah
I can't go
'Cause I get like a 100k, yeah, for one show
You better get send them racks andelé, yeah, I need that load
These pussy niggas jumping gang to gang, yeah, they like some toads
And they stink like some toes
I fuck bad bitches and you fuck on stank hoes
You smoke block work, I smoke on that dank, woah
I got codeine and promethazine in my drink, hoe
And I think I'm losing my mind, woah, off these drugs
Talkin' swag, I got more drip than a fuckin' toad
He claim he gang, but we all know that nigga a dub
I got bust down chains, woah, bust down range, I give you this bust down hoe
He ain't got no chains, no, he ain't got no range, she wants some bust down low
I'ma bust down that lil' bitch and I'ma bust her up
I send that bitch an UberX, not a black truck
All these niggas doin' that shit we were doin' last year
I bought a SRT, don't ask me why I'm movin' fast, yeah
I go ghost just like Casper, I'm Michael Myers masked up
But this Rick
I'm still swaggin' rockin' fashion, but I'm 'bout to hit a lick
Balenci boots kickin' yo' door
I'm takin' all your jewelry, and I'm takin' all your dough, I need all that shit
Huh, huh, huh
Every day I'm swaggin' bitch, I'm never tacky
I rock all black, you'll never catch me in khaki
All my bitches bad and boujee, yeah, and they all ratchet
And my niggas black, you flash your chain and they gon' snatch it
I got 50 P's and pints of lean, yeah, bitch I'm trappin'
I'm obsessed to gettin' this money
I can't stress 'bout a broke bitch or nothing
I'm in ATL and this bitch biting like Jumanji
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Ortiz, Stefan Lucian Cismigiu, Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr., Carter Bryson, Thomas William Ross
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