"Jungle" lyrics

Uh, yo, yo, uh, yo, uh, uh, uh, yo, ten toes down, niggas right on the steps
18000 a pound, you can say you got blessed
I'm ballin' who got next
Bullets go right through your vest
I'mma make a few money moves then go ice on my neck, uh
Niggas want me to lose, I think disses the test, uh
Everybody is food and I guess I'm the chef, uh
Got yo' bitch in the pool and I'm rubbin' the breasts, uh
She fucked up mood, then I pass her to Spesh, uh
I play the corner had to switch up my hustle
Made a quarter water off bundles
Run it up in niggas who's puzzled
Slap him in his face, I could turn a shootout to a scuffle
Well I ain't hittin' the block no more, 'til they free the Duffel
That's on my bitch, to roll up some weed, now I ain't tryna cuddle
Might slide off, can't rock Osama got a crib with a tunnel
My side bitch, she just want some back shots and the frontal
She know I'm just a gorilla in this concrete jungle, my nigga, uh
Yo, she know I'm just a gorilla in this concrete jungle, my nigga
Uh, yo, she know I'm just a gorilla in this concrete jungle, my nigga