Jungle Freestyle (feat. Mak Sauce)

Yeah, oh alright (Brrrrrrr)
Big red road
Turn me up Doc
Forgiato big I fuck the coupe up when we slide
I won't even send no money till I know he died
Nigga couldn't believe his eyes pull up pop out like surprise (Hey)
I go Boosie Boo put your pussy lips on live (Oh alright)
You ain't never shot shit nigga you cap, nigga come kill me then (Bop)
I break the building in (Wok)
Sipping and minding my biz
Nigga's be cap these niggas be hoes
Knowing damn well they ain't never shot nobody
Bought two cars that I barely even drive
Cause a nigga always geeked up on wocky
I get a brick and go Mr Miyagi
I get me a brick it get chopped like karate
I don't gotta cap not nan my hoes
My babymomma even know a young nigga toxic
Knock a nigga out his shell toes
Im big red road wanna join go and catch you a body
3 cuban links on me right now, 2 of em vs's but the other flawless

When it come to my shit ima pop
It might catch me a rapper and go in his pockets
Yeah, all of my bitches exotic I fuck em and leave em they calling me toxic
Aye, killing these niggas my hobby catch a opp kill a opp have me a party
Im quick to pop a nigga like Molly
Hold on Mak Sauce lets get the shit started (Turn me up then)
These niggas is hoes bitches
Hit his ass with a whole 50
Nigga say he want smoke lets get it
Im the young nigga took over the city, spin on his block till a nigga get dizzy
Uh, these niggas really be bitches
Bitch, I really came from the trenches (Oouu)

I really came from the got damn block
Where they quick to go pop riding around with them choppers
Nigga fuck your hood
But ill come set up shop and have the whole damn block on lava
Chopper go Bu-du-boo-bada
Im not even toddler but wocky I babied the bottle
Niggas want smoke lets get I'm with it, oh lets do it we can go flocka
Bitch so bad I took her to Bahama's
I probably might let her meet my momma
Grew up in the jungle I don't got a jumper
But I know a whole lot of shooters and drummers
Young nigga came straight out of the jungle
But now I got comas, on comas, on comas
Nigga fuck that talk we'll hop out dumping
Track star pussy ass nigga start running

Track star, got a pussy ass nigga running
Fast car, hop in the coupe do 200
Nascar, pull on his block serve a onion
Fuck the opps, them niggas know how we coming
On the block, trying to turn nothing to something
We getting comas, on comas, on comas
Im in that water with none but piranha's
I do not lie but I lie to your honor, bitch
Im rocking Dior ain't no Reebok
I don't leave the house unless I got my G-lock
VVS's in my watch like a peacock
This a Cartier bitch this ain't no G-shock
Yeah, I got the streets in a head lock
Im fixing to roll me up another dead opp
You might think he a gangster he really not
Hit his ass with that Glock watch his body drop