The Jungle Testo

Welcome to 1st class
Danny, I see you

Throw a [?] chainsaw and chop up these niggas
I wore Gucci the whole 'fit, it wasn't no linen
Yeah, these bitches do whatever, just for the rich
I don't fuck with none of these hoes, they put opps in my business
(Keed talk to 'em, Keed talk to 'em, woo-hoo)
But I love that ho
You can have my main ho She comin' back (Fuck she doin'?) like yo-yo's (Fuck is you doin'?)
Yeah, I got some shows, thinkin' 'bout my daughter on the road
Guess I killed a fuckboy, they was talkin' 'bout I was drunk

Boy, you love your bitch and your life get [?]
Yeah, I came from the South Side, nigga, this shit a jungle
Yeah, she know I got hunnids on hunnids, yeah, I got this shit by the bundle
Yeah, we got real Hi-Tech, shit put you in a coma
Slatt Gotit, I'm with Slatt Gotit
I got so many side hoes, yes, I pay they rent (Hoo)
Yeah, I will flip cars and I went legit (Hoo)
No, I'm not drippin' in it, I trick or treat (Hoo-ooh)
Yes, I got some millions I've been spendin' (Hoo)
Tread on me, boy, I know every spot you live, in (Hoo-ooh)
[?] slumped your brother, huh? Yeah, he still live (Hoo)
Yeah, in that Lamb truck, i'm on that real N
[Chorus]
([?], on the beat)
Throw a [?] chainsaw and chop up these niggas (Boy, you know I'm goin' in)
I wore Gucci the whole 'fit, it wasn't no linen Yeah, these bitches do whatever, just for the rich
I don't fuck with none of these hoes, they put opps in my business
(Keed talk to 'em, Keed talk to 'em, woo-hoo)
But I love that ho
You can have my main ho
She comin' back like yo-yo's
Yeah, I got some shows, thinkin' 'bout my daughter on the road
Guess I killed a fuckboy, they was talkin' 'bout I was drunk

What it is? Yeah, we hear the crowd goin' [?] (Grrah, grrah)
Hey, you and lil' baby, yeah (Grrah), we rockin' cribs (Grrah, grrah)
Yeah, you niggas know around, I'm dyin' by my pills
Hope my baby mama's baby just how I live
Give her all the money (That's the truth), takin' my daughter if it ain't him (That's the truth)
Fuck a cavalier, these diamonds shine like chandelier
You don't like it? Fuck you, yeah, what it is
I ain't have to keep a big blicky over here
Thinkin' I ain't slide, bet ya whole family sheddin' tears
And my momma
Dead, niggas dead, 'round waiting, boom boom (Let's go)
Bitches ain't thinkin', bitch, they finna, ooh-ooh

Throw a [?] chainsaw and chop up these niggas (Yeah, slime hard)
I wore Gucci the whole 'fit (Slime, hard), it wasn't no linen (Slime, ho)
Yeah, these bitches do whatever, just for the rich
I don't fuck with none of these hoes, they put opps in my business
(Keed talk to 'em, Keed talk to 'em, woo-hoo)
But I love that ho
You can have my main ho
She comin' back like yo-yo's
Yeah, I got some shows thinkin' 'bout my daughter on the road
Guess I killed a fuckboy, they was talkin' 'bout I was drunk