In The Jungle Lyrics

I hope my old bitches look at me and see they fumbled

And for everybody who hated on me

I ain't being humble

Brodie got the fire, up on his side, so we don't rumble

Stepping over puddles, full of pain

I'm in the jungle

Or even better yet, a warzone

Lil' bro learned how to tote before he could control his hormones

Nigga was talking crazy, he kept talking now his whore gone

Yeah, she on the side with them real niggas

My whole entourage got switches that shit shielded us

Making tapes for the heartbreak, I know they feeling this

I can smell my brodie zip, cause he ain't seal it yet

And I got that game up in the scope, but I ain't kill it yet

Yeah, but it's finna die soon, said its bound to croak

And we sent a bitch to line you, man I hope you know

Send a group of bitches, so you think that you get hoes

Call that nigga swish because they filled him up with holes

And he got rolled

Every time the cam come out, I'm throwing up the Os

Brodie got the highest quality ain't smoking on no lows

And I ain't never rock no dunks,

Lil baby what the fuck is those

It's either "Newbies" or "Mcqueens"

On my feet all the time

Or I can throw the crocs on if I'm chilling with the guys

I'm becoming a man, wipe my tears, I don't cry no more

And my Mizy know that I adore her

Brodie gotta get them funds in order

She say she camera shy so I don't record her

I got this lil' bad bitch who came from across the border

And I really love her, I just pray they don't deport her

I hope my old bitches look at me and see they fumbled

For everybody who hatin' on me, I ain't bein' humble

Brodie got the fire, on his side, so we don't rumble

Stepping over, puddles full of pain

I'm in the jungle