The Jungle

(Welcome to 1st class) (Danny, I see you) Throw a desert chainsaw, I chop up these niggas I wore Gucci the whole 'fit, it wasn't no linen Yeah, these bitches do whatever, just for the rich I don't f*ck with none of these hoes, they put opps in my business (Keed talk to 'em, Keed talk to 'em, woo-hoo) Better not love that ho, you can have my main ho She comin' back (f*ck she doin'?) Like yo-yo's (f*ck is you doin'?) Yeah, I got some shows, thinkin' 'bout my daughter on the road Guess I killed a fuckboy, they was talkin' 'bout I was drunk Boy, you love your bitch and your life gettin' skunked Yeah, I came from the South Side, nigga, this shit a jungle Yeah, she know I got hunnids on hunnids Yeah, this shit by the bundle Yeah, we got real Hi-Tech, shit put you in a coma Slatt Gotit, I'm with Slatt Gotit I got so many side hoes, yes, I pay they rent (hoo) Yeah, I will flip cars and I went legit (hoo) No, I'm not drippin' in it, I trick or treat (hoo) Yes, I got some millions I've been spendin' (hoo) Tread on me, boy, I know every spot you live (hoo), in Sniper slapped your brother out, yeah, he still live (hoo) Yeah, in that Lamb' truck, I'm on that real N Throw a desert chainsaw, I chop up these niggas (Better hide your bitch, boy, you know I'm goin' in) I wore Gucci the whole 'fit, it wasn't no linen Yeah, these bitches do whatever, just for the rich I don't f*ck with none of these hoes, they put opps in my business (Keed talk to 'em, Keed talk to 'em, woo-hoo) Better not love that ho, you can have my main ho She comin' back (f*ck she doin'?) Like yo-yo's (f*ck is you doin'?) Yeah, I got some shows, thinkin' 'bout my daughter on the road Guess I killed a fuckboy, they was talkin' 'bout I was drunk What it is? Yeah, we eatin' the whole block up like these ribs (grrah, grrah) Hey, you and lil' baby, yeah (grrah), we rockin' cribs (grrah, grrah) Yeah, you niggas know around, I'm dyin' by my pills Told my baby mama, "Baby, this how I live" Give her all the money (that's the truth) 10K my daughter if I ain't here (that's the truth) F*ck a cavalier, these diamonds shine like chandelier You don't like Keed? F*ck it, you ain't what it is I ain't have to keep a big blicky over here Thinkin' I ain't slide, bet ya whole family sheddin' tears And my momma Dead, niggas dead, 'round waiting, boom-boom (let's go) Bitches ain't thinkin', bitch, they finna, ooh-ooh Throw a desert chainsaw, I chop up these niggas (yeah, slime hard) I wore Gucci the whole 'fit (slime hard), it wasn't no linen (slime hard) Yeah, these bitches do whatever, just for the rich (talk to' em) I don't f*ck with none of these hoes, they put opps in my business (Keed talk to 'em, Keed talk to 'em, woo-hoo) Better not love that ho, you can have my main ho She comin' back (f*ck she doin'?) Like yo-yo's (f*ck is you doin'?) Yeah, I got some shows, thinkin' 'bout my daughter on the road Guess I killed a fuckboy, they was talkin' 'bout I was drunk