STREETS IS A JUNGLE ft. O-SCANE Lyrics

Scandalous

Streets of the jungle, I'm about to hustle

Ten toes down, my block ready to rumble

Make a nigga fumble, pussy niggas crumble

Stay up out of trouble, money stacked in bundles

Streets of the jungle, I'm about to hustle

Ten toes down, my block ready to rumble

Make a nigga fumble, pussy niggas crumble

Stay up out of trouble, money stacked in bundles

Streets of the jungle, I'm about to hustle

Ten toes down, my block ready to rumble

Make a nigga fumble, pussy niggas crumble

Stay up out of trouble, money stacked in bundles

I'm a straight commando nigga, face paint bandana nigga

When you're stranded on a deserted island

With a cannibal nigga or animal nigga

Hound nigga, rip through your flesh with my claws

Stomp you under my paws, eat your heart out raw

Wrap the rest in foil for tomorrow

I didn't steal your life or your soul

Those I borrowed with a hollow tip, swallow em whole

Eat a pink bowl, roll, gunpowder, and op the moles

Don't stop and roll, leave your pockets full of holes

Bankrolls to my ass, handful of grass

I just light it up, keep puffin' and never pass

Weed in my veins, steady switchin' lanes

Bangin' with them K's, and y'all don't want no drama man

Bustin' through your armor veins, gushin' blood

Arteries crushin' all your bodily functions

Gonna wrap these loose all over my boots

And your white teeth start to smell like feces

And that's the way the PG burns

Streets is a jungle, all about hustle

Ten toes down, my block ready to rumble

Make a nigga fumble, pussy niggas crumble

Stay up out of trouble, money stacked in bundles

Streets is a jungle, all about hustle

Ten toes down, my block ready to rumble

Make a nigga fumble, pussy niggas crumble

Stay up out of trouble, money stacked in bundles

Who can stop me? Nothin' to nobody

Shoppin' out a window, those look like old Cosby

Never had a blueprint, but I got an old copy

Never stand sloppy, I only speak cocky

Bout to rap me the first thing, my name is Rocky

Broken soles, now those geeks callin' me the Rockies

Green eyes look good lookin', foley clothes

Jump up in space, the bricks, the bones, like Sony

Tits no fronts, I got crumbs like thumbs

You can find me in this trap, and I'll keep you A1

Another day in, here's another day closer

Earned a dollar out my name, till I sold a lot of Oprah

Big bags of caps, and I cooked a lot of coca

Buildin' my door, makin' me a coke mountain

Choppin' bricks down, like it's Lever 2000

Bad bitch a mule, just Lever 2000

Hustlin' the suburbs, I'm playin' Project Housing

Find me in the streets, and you can catch me in the trap

With a culinary cap, and I'm whippin' up peck

The price don't low, it's so off for the lease

Eight hundred in spank, and twenty-eight on the sheet

Six dough twice a day, equal sex in the beach, the beach

Skank dollar, Cornell King, king of the milf

Buy a representative, fuck you nigga

Streets of the jungle, all about hustle

Ten toes down, my block ready to rumble

Make a nigga fumble, pussy niggas crumble

Stay up out of trouble, money stacked in bundles

Streets of the jungle, all about hustle

Ten toes down, my block ready to rumble

Make a nigga fumble, pussy niggas crumble

Stay up out of trouble, money stacked in bundles

Fuck the haters like it ain't enough, problems a juggle

It goes down like funnel, no shakin' around like tunnel

Go home and get your eyes a-shuttle

You got to somebody fly that can cuddle

Everybody don't get the deals, get your cut off the shuffle

We needin' a muzzle, got too many who be ready to tussle

Super loud packs, lemme master OG in the bubble

Flows do it simple and subtle, it's a mental rebuttal

I got transporters trained to smuggle

I got goons gettin' gallons of guzzle

We passionately pin plenty pussies, pansies, puzzles

Fulfillin' fantasies, eatin' them puddles

After work, me and my team in the huddle

We movin' bundles, tossin' mortars and truffles

To out-hustle most, you gon' need to triple-double

On the double, bringin' happiness to lonely couples

The bloodsuckin' that call you every time

When they need the snow to get shoveled

Only white cat you have with a fuckin' phone

That say money talks and no makin' a moan

Boy, I got the whole town buzzin' like I'm Giza Bumble

Cause I'm Giza Tumble, all praises do to God

Most just remain humble, it don't take a lumbo

To let some go, rack your funds low

Lookin' like Dumbo, I put the spice in the gumbo

And never ice a dumb hoe

Many options, just know that lows be hung low

One life to live, that's why I'm so gung-ho

Bust your brains, what you think we brought all the guns for

Who'll start the bus, though

You gon' think it's a gun show

More choppers than the gun store

Ain't no track meet, so what the fuck will we run for

Need my cheese to be extra thick and jumbo

In the war, but we took more

The body's tryin' to struggle

Banana clips and butters in my hood

We flexin' in my stroll

Streets of the jungle, all about hustle

Ten toes down, my block ready to rumble

Make a nigga fumble

Pussy niggas crumble

Stay up out of trouble

Money stacked in bundles

Streets of the jungle, all about hustle

Ten toes down, my block ready to rumble

Make a nigga fumble

Pussy niggas crumble

Stay up out of trouble

Money stacked in bundles