Jungle

(album: Faded In The Booth - 2019)

Shoo, shoo, uh, shoo, shoo, uh, shoo, uh, shoo
I'm a real one, know what's happening
Shoo

I'm in the jungle (I'm in the jungle)
I am a jungle boy (Boy)
I got them sticks, yeah (Sticks)
Don't come through the jungle, boy (Jungle)
Know we gotta stick with tree
Know we smoke all the tree
Smoking big Cali weed (Cali)
I'm from Paradise (Paradise)
I been balling, right? (Ballin')
Living life like I'm in paradise (Yeah)
Whole lotta money got me living right
Y'all niggas ain't living right
Stomach hurt, you ain't feeling right
Bitches hate to be in my life
I'll tell a ho, "Fuck your life"
Hurt a bitch feeling all the time
I'm getting money, yeah, all the time
Bitches always hitting my line
Bitch, ain't no fucking ho, get out my spot
Bitch, this a real trap spot
Know the block stay hot
Know them Glocks hanging out
Young niggas hanging out
In the street with them 30's hanging out
Yeah, bitch, you wanna see
Come in the hood, yeah, I am O.G.
I be smoking lotta weed, sip lean
Baby girl, R.I.P. to Pimp C
All the lean made 'em follow me
In the streets, man, they follow me
Niggas hating 'cause these niggas can't follow me
Pussy nigga, boy, don't start with me
I got shooters wanna see, where you niggas like to head
Like where you be, we gon' pull up where you be
Hunnid round drum put a nigga straight to sleep
Now your hood screaming R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Everybody wearing t-shirts
Yeah, I know that they shit hurting (Oh ya)
Yeah, you don't wanna see
Don't wanna see your homie on white tees
Man, you niggas better pull up with white flags
'Fore you end up in white bags
Y'all niggas out here playing, I'll pull up on a nigga
Spin a nigga so fast
Matter of fact, I got money just to spend
My nigga going hit up your friends
I ain't with the talking shit 'cause all the talking for the bitches
And I be fucking all these bitches, so why you acting like a bitch
I hit you with the stick, Glock hold a dick
I ain't with that shit, shoot a nigga, put him on his period
I ain't with the beefing shit, period
'Cause when it come to beef, shit get serious
I'm shooting at mama and children
Y'all niggas ain't with that type of shit
I'm with all that type of shit
Yeah, kidnap your bitch
Getting money, yeah, I'm bout that shit
Hold your bitch for ransom
I got a stick, make her dancer