Jungle (feat. Sycho Black)
Shit
Shit
Shit
Shit
Yeah yeah huh
Royal rumble
Feelin like a king the way I'm swingin on the vines
The last one to stand cause I'm kickin all the mountains
Had to clear the land, it's the jungle understand (yeah huh)
The complex nature of it all
Couldn't frame it by the second you fell off
Hangin to the cliff till it gets off paws
But your waiting till shit happens, that's why your constipated
Flush
No rush
Gotta get it in cause I know I'm goin up
And I'm not gettin shot like I'm Icarus
Cause your gon' be blinded just lookin at me
Stuck in the jungle cause I know I got my niggas with me
Yeah this is the jungle
Where we don't really play
I said this is the jungle
Where you should be afraid
Yeah the thunder gon' rumble
Lil bitch we got it made
Ain't no need to be humble
We do this every day
Guerrillas all around me and they strapped with the bananas
They might pull up in broad day and clap you with the hammers
I don't need steal your hoe but imma bag it like i'm Santa
I got bitches on Broadway and bitches in Atlanta
Giraffe money bitch this shit is longer than L vines
Boy I knocked his clock and now he can't even tell time
A dozen of these snakes tried putting me in a spell bind
I felt fine, all I really needed was twelve nines
Yeah this is the jungle
Where we don't really play
I said this is the jungle
Where you should be afraid
Yeah the thunder gon' rumble
Lil bitch we got it made
Ain't no need to be humble
We do this every day
Yeah this is the jungle
Where we don't really play
I said this is the jungle
Where you should be afraid
Yeah the thunder gon' rumble
Lil bitch we got it made
Ain't no need to be humble
We do this every day
When I beat up on my chest, bitches show they breast
I be fuckin on these twins they from Johnny Test
We be so in sync can't say bye bye
Close your eyes, give you dick, now it's bedtimes
Dream a nightmare, yeah that's bad times
I don't fight fair, I done had mines
She on lame shit, I'm on ragtime
Don't need your change bitch, I got mad dimes
Mad dimes, foreign dimes, I don't change mines
She bringin friends so I fuck em at the same time
But it depends, if she sucks I might just change minds
Hop up in the Benz, my vision blurry, might just change lines
In the art of the jungle I stay hidden
You can't fuck that bitch nah that's forbidden
She only a mile couple minutes
Sychowavy open up for business
Shit
Shit
Shit
Yeah yeah huh
Royal rumble
Feelin like a king the way I'm swingin on the vines
The last one to stand cause I'm kickin all the mountains
Had to clear the land, it's the jungle understand (yeah huh)
The complex nature of it all
Couldn't frame it by the second you fell off
Hangin to the cliff till it gets off paws
But your waiting till shit happens, that's why your constipated
Flush
No rush
Gotta get it in cause I know I'm goin up
And I'm not gettin shot like I'm Icarus
Cause your gon' be blinded just lookin at me
Stuck in the jungle cause I know I got my niggas with me
Yeah this is the jungle
Where we don't really play
I said this is the jungle
Where you should be afraid
Yeah the thunder gon' rumble
Lil bitch we got it made
Ain't no need to be humble
We do this every day
Guerrillas all around me and they strapped with the bananas
They might pull up in broad day and clap you with the hammers
I don't need steal your hoe but imma bag it like i'm Santa
I got bitches on Broadway and bitches in Atlanta
Giraffe money bitch this shit is longer than L vines
Boy I knocked his clock and now he can't even tell time
A dozen of these snakes tried putting me in a spell bind
I felt fine, all I really needed was twelve nines
Yeah this is the jungle
Where we don't really play
I said this is the jungle
Where you should be afraid
Yeah the thunder gon' rumble
Lil bitch we got it made
Ain't no need to be humble
We do this every day
Yeah this is the jungle
Where we don't really play
I said this is the jungle
Where you should be afraid
Yeah the thunder gon' rumble
Lil bitch we got it made
Ain't no need to be humble
We do this every day
When I beat up on my chest, bitches show they breast
I be fuckin on these twins they from Johnny Test
We be so in sync can't say bye bye
Close your eyes, give you dick, now it's bedtimes
Dream a nightmare, yeah that's bad times
I don't fight fair, I done had mines
She on lame shit, I'm on ragtime
Don't need your change bitch, I got mad dimes
Mad dimes, foreign dimes, I don't change mines
She bringin friends so I fuck em at the same time
But it depends, if she sucks I might just change minds
Hop up in the Benz, my vision blurry, might just change lines
In the art of the jungle I stay hidden
You can't fuck that bitch nah that's forbidden
She only a mile couple minutes
Sychowavy open up for business
Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Harrell
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