Thriller ft. JunoDaGod Lyrics

Life is a jungle, I can be humble

Gotta be one of them ones

Keep poppin' shit, all on my dick

Gotta be one of my sons

I'm on my one, two, your hoes run through

She can see that I'm the rum

She can beat it like track three

I'ma throw the album when I'm done

We can leave it where it's at

Or we can take it to the sun

I can take it back to the trap

Gucci album number one

I can show you what to do with that

You just can't do it for fun

Keep a pipe, we ain't sellin' crack

I go dumb, hurtin' they stomach, go get them a tum

I need El Chapo, I need me a ton

Me and El Triple just rollin' up runs

Evil Knievel, I do my own stunts

Cross high, make a nigga jump

Takin' shots, I ain't fakin' with this punk

Callin' shots, step to curry, get you sunk

Sent somethin, got me bent, comin' off crazy, baby

Fuck you, pay, say you have emotion, how you lazy

Soft up, came to Hollandaise, shit

Bossed up, boy, don't quit your day, shit

Lost what, nigga, I'll replace it

Cost what, watch me count her faces

Caught us, never down, bassin' around fast

Joe Clown ass nigga

Life is a jungle, I can be humble

Gotta be one of them ones

Keep poppin' shit, all on my dick

Gotta be one of my sons

I'm on my one, two, your hoes run through

She can seed it off the rum

She can beat it like track three

On the Thriller album when I'm done

We can leave it where it's at

Or we can take it to the sun

I can take it back to the trap

Gucci album number one

I can show you what to do with that

You just can't do it for fun

Keep a pipe, we ain't sellin' crack

I go dumb, hurtin' they stomach, go get them a tum

Now you know I'm number one

Ain't no fun when the rapper got the gun

I'ma make you niggas run

Yeah, I'm an underground king

You can call me Big Bun

Used to ride on the bus

Pull up in the BMW like, what's up

Shit, all this gold around my neck

Shit look like King Tut

I be droppin' hits back to back

Know these niggas can't keep up

I be hangin' around shooters

Quick to spray the whole scene up

In my hood, they serve that white

Michael Jackson glove

While you runnin' your mouth, I'm stackin' it up

I'm ridin' it far and this bitch be giddyin' up

I let the money do the talkin

I really don't say too much

They ain't gettin' money

Boy, you niggas just play too much

Thriller in Manila

This that chipper, nigga

Moonwalk on the bitch

If she act like Billie Jean

Yeah, she gon' have to beat it

Get the fuck off the scene

I'm a straight D, boy

You can go and ask the fiends

I'm a straight D, boy

You can go and ask the fiends