Jumanji lyrics

[Intro]
(Wake up F1LTHY)

[Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh
Everyday I'm swaggin' b*tch, I'm never tacky
I rock all black, you'll never catch me in khaki
All my b*tches bad and boujee, yeah, and they all ratchet
And my n*ggas black, you flash your chain and they gon' snatch it
I got fifty P's and pints of lean, yeah, b*tch I'm trappin'
I'm obsessed to gettin’ this money
I can't stress 'bout a broke b*tch or nothing
I'm in ATL and this b*tch biting like Jumanji

[Verse]
I'm in ATL and this b*tch lying
I'm in ATL, it's sticks up, b*tch, won't do no fighting, yeah
Got to keep yo' blick, oh, can't let a n*gga 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 hunnid K, yeah, for one show
You better get send them racks andelé, yeah, I need that load
Thеse pus*y n*ggas jumping gang to gang, yeah, they likе some toads
And they stink like some toes
I f*ck bad b*tches and you f*ck on stank hoes
You smoke block work, I smoke on that dank, woah
I got codeine and promethazine in my drank ho
And I think I’m losing my mind, woah, off these drugs
Talkin' swag, I got more drip than a f*ckin' toad
He claim he gang but we all know that n*gga a dub
I got bust down chains, woah, bust down range, I give you this bust down ho
He ain't got no change, no, he ain't got no range, she wants some bust down low
I'ma bust down that lil b*tch and I'ma bust her up
I send that b*tch an UberX, not a black truck
All these n*ggas doin' that sh*t 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 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 sh*t
[Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh
Everyday I'm swaggin' b*tch, I'm never tacky
I rock all black, you'll never catch me in khaki
All my b*tches bad and boujee, yeah, and they all ratchet
And my n*ggas black, you flash your chain and they gon' snatch it
I got fifty P's and pints of lean, yeah, b*tch I'm trappin'
I'm obsessed to gettin' this money
I can't stress 'bout a broke b*tch or nothing
I'm in ATL and this b*tch biting like Jumanji