Danny Wolf and Lil Keed - 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 fuck 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 (fuck she doin'?) Like yo-yo's (fuck 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 fuck 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 (fuck she doin'?) Like yo-yo's (fuck 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)
Fuck a cavalier, these diamonds shine like chandelier
You don't like Keed? Fuck 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 fuck 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 (fuck she doin'?) Like yo-yo's (fuck 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

Written by:
Miguel Angel Flores Curtidor, Raqhid Jevon Render

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