Jungle ft. Prodigymrg & W1$dom Lyrics

It's Z8, ProdigyyMRG, Wisdom

We boutta kill this shit watch, Lousey boys

Fresh out the jungle

Taking big steps

Big creps big stepping

Watch me step back, hit three like Stephan

Imma bring the energy in how I'm pepping

I ain't even started yet, I'm still prepping

Watch me set the stage

Like a book you flip a page

Next you know I'm getting paid

Tryna hop on but too late

Like a cut you catch a fade

Tryna see me but I'm famous

And all my gang is very dangerous

So watch how you talk

You best look where you walk

We ain't birds we don't squawk

We let our actions talk

And speak for us

This the new wave I don't even have a chorus

If you know us now be happy that you know us

I ain't never killed but my motherfucking flow does

Watch my name bubble like some motherfucking soda

Swag in the bag just like chief Sosa

Z8 going up

Talk like a boss, look like a boss

It's your boy ProdigyyMRG

Ha, check it

Talk like boss look at my flow

Them Scarface emotions I'll never show

They always talking till they get blow

I got the coffins ready to go, woah

'Cause imma shoot your body and you're a no show

Take your girl and she gone give me blow

Hold up, hold up

Back on attack, ammo is loaded

What made his bass drop, oh shit my flow did

He a bug, he a cricket

'Gone have to silence him out with my extendo clip, woah

'Cause I got the drip and you're a little bitch

You're a motherfucking little bitch

Que mota tiene mas crystal

Dando vuelta como un bomerang, ha

'Cause I got the slang

I'm switching my flows

Like my clothes

'Cause I don't got time for these hoes

These thots, these snots

'Cause they always got to plot on a young boy

Trying to make it out the struggle

Not catching no cases, no faces

'Cause I'm going to all these places, woah

And I'm getting all this money and I'm out of trouble

Oh, woah, aye

Lousey Boys

It's wisdom on the mic, aye, aye

It's wisdom on the mic, aye, check it

Yo, I'm tryna go

Give a fuck about a flow

Trying to do it for my bro's

For my momma, yeah you know

'Cause I got that fucking Fetty all up in my mind

These people looking at me like I'm tripping all the time

But I just tend to rhyme when I'm really in my feelings

I really do not care how you doing, how you feeling

If we were on some bad terms, but yet I still do wish you good

Give a fuck about you tryna make it out this stupid hood

Everybody's pointing fingers like he's really fucking up

He's really acting tough, or he's acting bluff

Man you bluffing, you just

Fuck it hold up, check it

Aye, hold up, aye

See everybody's trying to go and be my friend

They see that I'm just growing, really growing down within

But I'm not tryna come around because you played me for a clown

Like I said before you left me all up on the fucking ground

And now I'm really making it for my mom's

I could give a fuck about you if you talking 'bout me

'Cause I really got a team

Yes you know I'm with them G's

And you know I got them shooters so don't fuck up with my team

Because I be looking up to God every day

Asking why I gotta do this but I always just pray

I just stayed true to myself

Give a fuck about some wealth

I been focused on my health

I'm trying to by myself

But these people really judging me for just the cover of a book

Everybody doesn't read me

Take the time to be me

Now you tryna see me

I don't give a fuck about you

No I am not greedy 'cause I'm staying humble

'Cause I'm staying humble

Never will I fumble

I'm tryna make it out the struggle

Z8, ProdigyyMRG, Wisdom

This is our fucking year 2020

Fuck with us