ShooterGang Kony – Jungle Lyrics

Jungle By ShooterGang Kony

Jumping out on a jump man, can’t trick I ain’t no stunt man
Free my n---- from the deuce and let your gun blame
Big bank, I’m tryna fit it all in one hand
All that a-- up on a n----, I’m like what am
Aye hoe, I can do her from Diego
And she usually come with chicken like Alfredo
Baby, I already won the game, but I’ma play though
Got a choppa on the couch, not a potato
I do not slip, I start tripping in this b----
I cannot flip, I got bodies on my wrist
Boy must’ve forgot before the rap, was doing skits
Still doing skills, just hit a n---- with this clip
Still doing hits, I put ten in this b----
We got fans in this whip, don’t be playing with the stick
Fly a hooker out, but I need ten for the wrist
Don’t be playing with my chips, on the land with my d---

Aye, from the jungle, but I trap inside the ocean
Water on my neck, it got me ashy, I need lotion
Too much jewelry on me, you would think the heater broken
I ain’t with the capping, I’ma leave a n---- smoking
Tens on my whip, don’t be playing with my s----
I got brain from the bricks, don’t be playing with a pimp
Tired than a black b---- with braids when they hip
Thirty in this Glock-9, I payed for the strip

It’s free Deuce Black, give me two shots
Had her on my strap, b----, I’m a tube sock
We gone still be shooting at you long as you not
And when you n-----, I’m still blowing like I’m too hot
It’s murder in the air, I got a sound to it
When you walk into the building, they play clown music
I praise the struggle to the people who been down through it
Cater got a kick, but I’ma add another round to it
Tell em stunna, they be capping on
We too hard to argue, probably end up slapping at each other
Pistol to his face and that’s yo a-- if you stutter
How you go to jail and switch, you drove the flag if you a other
Water on my neck, die for it like Titanic
Went to jail and popped, it started looking like I planned it
The way I hit your whip, can’t be fixed with no bandage
Playing with this pole, I can’t trip, I do damage

Aye, from the jungle, but I trap inside the ocean
Water on my neck, it got me ashy, I need lotion
Too much jewelry on me, you would think the heater broken
I ain’t with the capping, I’ma leave a n---- smoking
Tens on my whip, don’t be playing with my s----
I got brain from the bricks, don’t be playing with a pimp
Tired than a black b---- with braids when they hip
Thirty in this Glock-9, I payed for the strip

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