Jungle
[Intro: Young Thug]
Ha, got bars like a prison
Did I forget to mention?
Diana, ayy, mama
I'm leanin'
Young Thug
They fumblin', and me?
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I ball multiple ways which means I'm athletic
You been hustlin' for ten years which means you bad at it
If a million was nine feet, you wouldn't grab at it
But a cracker got five thousand, you'd snag at it (They fumblin', and me?)
I ball multiple ways which means I'm athletic
You been hustlin' for ten years which means you bad at it
If a million was nine feet, you wouldn't grab at it
But a cracker got five thousand, you'd snag at it
Them niggas stupid dumb which makes me stupid smart
And they be waitin' for one play while I be playin' my part
My diamonds ricochet, them diamonds lookin' dark
I be in the crowd with my fans, I have a groupie heart
Bitch, I be goin' in but I ain't naked though
And I be flexed up, I own a Beau tux', yo
Them niggas wifin' them, we be on the next hoes
And I kick the super shit, but Boot's leg broke
Yeah, and this beat crazy
But I been fuckin' beats, that's how I got two babies
Yay, shouts out to real lil' Haiti
What are babies born with rabies? Ugh
[Chorus: Female Singer & Young Thug]
Cleveland Ave is a concrete jungle (It is)
It's a jungle (It is)
It's a jungle (It is)
Niggas from the Ave don't fumble (Yeah)
They can't fumble (Yeah)
They won't fumble (ROC Crew)
Cleveland Ave is a concrete jungle (Jonesberg South)
It's a jungle (Yay, I'm leanin)
It's a jungle (Xan, that's cool, I'm leanin')
Niggas from the Ave don't fumble (Haha)
They can't fumble (Um)
They won't fumble (Um)
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
What's the beefin' about? And niggas say they shootin'?
Shit, they snuck and shot me, what's the sneakin' about?
What's the cheatin' about? Oh, they eatin'? Where 'bout?
Shit, I don't sneak, I don't cheat, I just see and hop out
Then I start gunnin'
Then they start runnin'
And I start runnin', you know how that go
Where I'm from niggas might buy a deuce or four
And then later I'm kickin' the door, Big Jimbo fo' sho'
Yeah, shouts out to the ROC Crew
Unfoonk, I got us, I mean I got you
You like a new pair of shoes, I gotta cop you
And when you get home I swear they ain't gon' stop you
From doin' nothin', shouts out to twenty-eleven
Shouts out to all eleven of the kids
And when I talk to my mama I still sit on her like a kid
And if you have them racks my homie will sit on you like a wig
You dig?