[ Featuring JunoDaGod ]
Life is a jungle, I can be humble
Gotta be one of them ones
Keep poppin' shit, all on my dick
Gotta be one of my sons
I'm on my one, two, your hoes run through
She can see that I'm the rum
She can beat it like track three
I'ma throw the album when I'm done
We can leave it where it's at
Or we can take it to the sun
I can take it back to the trap
Gucci album number one
I can show you what to do with that
You just can't do it for fun
Keep a pipe, we ain't sellin' crack
I go dumb, hurtin' they stomach, go get them a tum
I need El Chapo, I need me a ton
Me and El Triple just rollin' up runs
Evil Knievel, I do my own stunts
Cross high, make a nigga jump
Takin' shots, I ain't fakin' with this punk
Callin' shots, step to curry, get you sunk
Sent somethin, got me bent, comin' off crazy, baby
F*ck you, pay, say you have emotion, how you lazy
Soft up, came to Hollandaise, shit
Bossed up, boy, don't quit your day, shit
Lost what, nigga, I'll replace it
Cost what, watch me count her faces
Caught us, never down, bassin' around fast
Joe Clown ass nigga
Life is a jungle, I can be humble
Gotta be one of them ones
Keep poppin' shit, all on my dick
Gotta be one of my sons
I'm on my one, two, your hoes run through
She can seed it off the rum
She can beat it like track three
On the Thriller album when I'm done
We can leave it where it's at
Or we can take it to the sun
I can take it back to the trap
Gucci album number one
I can show you what to do with that
You just can't do it for fun
Keep a pipe, we ain't sellin' crack
I go dumb, hurtin' they stomach, go get them a tum
Now you know I'm number one
Ain't no fun when the rapper got the gun
I'ma make you niggas run
Yeah, I'm an underground king
You can call me Big Bun
Used to ride on the bus
Pull up in the BMW like, what's up
Shit, all this gold around my neck
Shit look like King Tut
I be droppin' hits back to back
Know these niggas can't keep up
I be hangin' around shooters
Quick to spray the whole scene up
In my hood, they serve that white
Michael Jackson glove
While you runnin' your mouth, I'm stackin' it up
I'm ridin' it far and this bitch be giddyin' up
I let the money do the talkin
I really don't say too much
They ain't gettin' money
Boy, you niggas just play too much
Thriller in Manila
This that chipper, nigga
Moonwalk on the bitch
If she act like Billie Jean
Yeah, she gon' have to beat it
Get the f*ck off the scene
I'm a straight D, boy
You can go and ask the fiends
I'm a straight D, boy
You can go and ask the fiends
