"JUNGLE FEVER" lyrics
Fuck, fuck, fuck (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
You ain't gotta text back, I don't really give a fuck
Shoot my fuckin' gun, I gave it a finger rub
Plug talkin' 'bout the pack just touched down
Me and my lil' buddy packin' the box when we pick 'em up
These niggas cap as fuck, ready to find me one
You never ever seen no fuckin' hunnid-round
Real gunman, jump out the Uber, we gun 'em down
ARP 5.56, we in the box with it
Cappin' 'bout the trap, but you never even seen this shit
Travel through the set 'cause we back to the hood and shit
Fifty-round drum poke out my hoodie
You ain't gotta text back, I don't really give a fuck
Shoot my fuckin' gun, I gave it a finger rub
Plug talkin' 'bout the pack just touched down
Me and my lil' buddy packin' the box when we pick 'em up
These niggas cap as fuck, ready to find me one
You never ever seen no fuckin' hunnid-round
Real gunman, jump out the Uber, we gun 'em down
ARP 5.56, we in the box with it
Cappin' 'bout the trap, but you never even seen this shit
Travel through the set 'cause we back to the hood and shit
Fifty-round drum poke out my hoodie
Smokin' this shit, I got opps in my fuckin' blunt
Lil' buddy actin' fucked, take 'em on a fuckin' hunt
At the wrong house, nigga knockin' on the other door
Shoot through yo' window, make everybody hit the floor
Smoke with my lil' pops, then I smoked with my kinfolk
Too many fuckin' grams on the scale
I don't even take the banger out, these my practice guns
I already told you you got me fucked
Turn up to my show [?]
Never seen lil' LAZER, they like, "Where he come from?"
Sittin' at the table, I'm at the table with my Glock pointin'
Kick down the door to the trap, you at gunpoint
Pull up on my partner, tell 'em, "Foe, hit one"
You ain't gotta text back, I don't really give a fuck
Shoot my fuckin' gun, I gave it a finger rub
Plug talkin' 'bout the pack just touched down
Me and my lil' buddy packin' the box when we pick 'em up
These niggas cap as fuck, ready to find me one
You never ever seen no fuckin' hunnid-round
Real gunman, jump out the Uber, we gun 'em down
ARP 5.56, we in the box with it
Cappin' 'bout the trap, but you never even seen this shit
Travel through the set 'cause we back to the hood and shit
Fifty-round drum poke out my hoodie
You ain't gotta text back, I don't really give a fuck
Shoot my fuckin' gun, I gave it a finger rub
Plug talkin' 'bout the pack just touched down
Me and my lil' buddy packin' the box when we pick 'em up
These niggas cap as fuck, ready to find me one
You never ever seen no fuckin' hunnid-round
Real gunman, jump out the Uber, we gun 'em down
ARP 5.56, we in the box with it
Cappin' 'bout the trap, but you never even seen this shit
Fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
You ain't gotta text back, I don't really give a fuck
Shoot my fuckin' gun, I gave it a finger rub
Plug talkin' 'bout the pack just touched down
Me and my lil' buddy packin' the box when we pick 'em up
These niggas cap as fuck, ready to find me one
You never ever seen no fuckin' hunnid-round
Real gunman, jump out the Uber, we gun 'em down
ARP 5.56, we in the box with it
Cappin' 'bout the trap, but you never even seen this shit
Travel through the set 'cause we back to the hood and shit
Fifty-round drum poke out my hoodie
You ain't gotta text back, I don't really give a fuck
Shoot my fuckin' gun, I gave it a finger rub
Plug talkin' 'bout the pack just touched down
Me and my lil' buddy packin' the box when we pick 'em up
These niggas cap as fuck, ready to find me one
You never ever seen no fuckin' hunnid-round
Real gunman, jump out the Uber, we gun 'em down
ARP 5.56, we in the box with it
Cappin' 'bout the trap, but you never even seen this shit
Travel through the set 'cause we back to the hood and shit
Fifty-round drum poke out my hoodie
Smokin' this shit, I got opps in my fuckin' blunt
Lil' buddy actin' fucked, take 'em on a fuckin' hunt
At the wrong house, nigga knockin' on the other door
Shoot through yo' window, make everybody hit the floor
Smoke with my lil' pops, then I smoked with my kinfolk
Too many fuckin' grams on the scale
I don't even take the banger out, these my practice guns
I already told you you got me fucked
Turn up to my show [?]
Never seen lil' LAZER, they like, "Where he come from?"
Sittin' at the table, I'm at the table with my Glock pointin'
Kick down the door to the trap, you at gunpoint
Pull up on my partner, tell 'em, "Foe, hit one"
You ain't gotta text back, I don't really give a fuck
Shoot my fuckin' gun, I gave it a finger rub
Plug talkin' 'bout the pack just touched down
Me and my lil' buddy packin' the box when we pick 'em up
These niggas cap as fuck, ready to find me one
You never ever seen no fuckin' hunnid-round
Real gunman, jump out the Uber, we gun 'em down
ARP 5.56, we in the box with it
Cappin' 'bout the trap, but you never even seen this shit
Travel through the set 'cause we back to the hood and shit
Fifty-round drum poke out my hoodie
You ain't gotta text back, I don't really give a fuck
Shoot my fuckin' gun, I gave it a finger rub
Plug talkin' 'bout the pack just touched down
Me and my lil' buddy packin' the box when we pick 'em up
These niggas cap as fuck, ready to find me one
You never ever seen no fuckin' hunnid-round
Real gunman, jump out the Uber, we gun 'em down
ARP 5.56, we in the box with it
Cappin' 'bout the trap, but you never even seen this shit
Fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
