[Intro]
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Frrt, frrt, uh, Baby Jungle
Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, yeah, let's do it
[Chorus]
I done ran it up, never too bougie to eat a chicken box (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young and turnt, soon as it's hot outside, I'll go and drop the top
Some bad shit, she got on booty shorts and a crop-top (Some bad shit)
I don't need security when I'm ridin' with this chop-chop (Boom, boom)
Yeah, uh, I get in my zone, watch me get it on (Get in that zone, nigga)
Yeah, uh, eater from Atlanta, got that Georgia dome (Uh, uh, she an eater, uh)
Yeah, uh, before you play, just think about you in a funeral homе (How you look)
I could never hate, that's somе broke-nigga syndrome (Yeah, I could never, uh)
[Verse 1]
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, fuck 'round and try out the switch (What the fuck?)
Fuck 'round and clap your bitch (Bitch clapped)
I'm so lit right now, I might just go and stream myself on Twitch (Uh-huh)
When they watchin' and you poppin', niggas better keep that draft, we spin (Frrt, frrt, frrt)
When I grab that stick, get out my way, I'm like, "Who is you?" Better move (Bitch, I'm him)
Bitch, I'm cocoa butter when it come down to gettin' your ho, you know I'm smooth
Way before I copped Amiri, in middle school, was rockin' Trues
Wasn't fuckin' with me 'fore I got turnt, now everybody want a silver spoon (Now everybody want me to hand-feed 'em)
Cartier my left wrist, bust this bitch here, twenty thousand (Bling, blaow)
Stupid-ass nigga done shot himself, Cheddar Bob, 8 Mile (Dumb bitch)
I ain't had no blueprint, I just did it, this a freestyle (Comin' off the top, nigga)
Man, these niggas worser than they opps, they dick-eat style (What the fuck?)
[Chorus]
I done ran it up, never too bougie to eat a chicken box (I ain't never been too bougie)
Young and turnt, soon as it's hot outside, I'll go and drop the top (Fast shit)
Some bad shit, she got on booty shorts and a crop-top (Yeah, bitch, I'm with some bad shit)
I don't need security when I'm ridin' with this chop-chop
Yeah, uh, I get in my zone, watch me get it on (Get in that zone, nigga)
Yeah, uh, eater from Atlanta, got that Georgia dome (Got Georgia dome)
Yeah, uh, before you play, just think about you in a funeral home (How you look)
I could never hate, that's some broke-nigga syndrome (Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 2]
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, Gen5 with a button (Yeah, yeah)
MRGFN, Mr. Goin' For Nothin' (Bitch, I ain't goin' for shit)
Now Young Jungle lit, I done met my cousins all the sudden (I got so many cousins now)
If them niggas ain't talkin' 'bout no backend, they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (Don't wanna hear it)
Had to turn it up a notch, I slap this bitch in sports mode (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Youngin pop out rich as fuck, they think he got a cheat code (Think I got a cheat code)
Dumb-ass nigga all in his feelings, he done cuffed a freak ho (He done hit that nat-ass bitch)
Pull up, send a nigga back to God, it's like I repo (I'ma send a nigga home)
Rather eat Church's Chicken, I ain't even gon' lie, I ain't into steak (I don't like no steak)
Nigga had his own, he still wanna come and eat off my plate (Dumb-ass nigga)
I'm gon' dish out so much smoke, you'd think I made a vape (What the fuck?)
You'd think I was Simon, she gon' do just what I say, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I done ran it up, never too bougie to eat a chicken box (I ain't never been too bougie, nigga)
Young and turnt, soon as it's hot outside, I'll go and drop the top (Fast shit)
Some bad shit, she got on booty shorts and a crop-top (Yeah, bitch, I'm with some bad shit)
I don't need security when I'm ridin' with this chop-chop (What the fuck, nigga?)
Yeah, uh, I get in my zone, watch me get it on (Get in that mode, yeah)
Yeah, uh, eater from Atlanta, got that Georgia dome (Bae got Georgia dome, ugh, ugh)
Yeah, uh, before you play, just think about you in a funeral home (Casket fresh-ass nigga)
I could never hate, that's some broke-nigga syndrome (I could never hate, on God)
[Outro]
Frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt
Ayy, my brother, you see me hatin' on a nigga, you just gon' have to take my life away, nigga, I ain't—
You know what I'm sayin'?
Big Jungle, I don't do no hatin'
Oh, we the biggest in the city, ain't shit bigger than the mob, you hear me?
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, pussy nigga
Fuck you mean?
Frrt
