From The D To Tha Jungles E

Yeah. What we doing? Twon the producer. From the D to the jungles, nigga. Yeah, what we doing? Huh, from the to the jungles, nigga. From the D to the--yeah, yeah. Try to cross one of my niggas, it get Tragic. Bitch real, but I got her wrapped in Plastic. Yeah, I was broke last year, but that Was past tense. Now I pop out with that Bag like it's magic. No, I don't gangbang, but the money blue. I'm a eighth on the east and in the Jungles too. That nigga say he want smoke, Well, what you wanna do? Cuddy came and copped One, so I fronted two. I'm the man in my hood, I feel like Slumlord. Five thousand on the fit, had to punch For it. I just blew fifty thousand, but I Want more. We don't hide when it's beef, We got terms for it. Ayy, road trips got These junkies going insane when they see us. It's in my blood, told my mama I'ma hustle 'til I'm fifty. Going crazy, fuck niggas, feel like Pac when he just beefed. Bar pulled up another Eight, I'm fucking up my kidney. I make a call and get it gone from The D to the J's. I told my granny No more serving, shit, I'm changing my ways. But then I looked up at my phone, shit, I'm tryna get paid. Them junkies quick to line Up, thought they was waiting on J's. They know my voice, I speak that real shit. My dawg don't need no pink tens, he gon' Drill shit. They bump my shit around the globe, They gon' feel this. I do this shit for All the niggas taking field trips, nigga. Yeah, been down bad, the little hope I had, That shit was gone. I know I put my Feet back in, I make a couple songs. I put my money into beats and turn some Words into a song. She blowing up a nigga Phone, I told the bitch to leave me 'lone. I'm in and out of traffic tryna see if I can make a route. They say it's only Two, I say it's three 'cause I can make It out. Bounce out, get coats on and we Tryna make it count. Young Set trophies up in The D, we hit the playground. Young Set trophies, they lost they life to the State pound. Young nigga, I go get the bag And hit the Greyhound. Up on the block all Day, we tryna make it out. We beat his ass, he say one thing, we Finna tape his mouth. I was broke last year, I'm going brazy now. Little bitch let me fuck, Think she famous now. Little nigga start banging, that shit played out. And the opps, they don't hang out. I could make a call to get your shit Flipped. That sneak dissing just gon' get your bitch Hit. Told her I'll buy everything on her wish List. And buy her kids some shit, you think She ain't gon' suck dick? Rich bloods, Put on for the set, bitch, I'm Big Slump. Rap beef, we make deposits, not diss songs. Ten on the set, he get sent home. Nigga diss the gang, he smoking fentanyl. How you fall off like jockey with a wind Down? When this motherfucker get hot, we gon' switch Towns. Catch me selling food in the Hicktown. They don't want that heroin, they say they want That fentanyl. I fuck my blood cousin up, He tryna get down. I got old wife and Auntie, I make that shit mine. Who we standing up to? This Glock will make Him sit down. You ain't welcome in the jungle, Get your whip blicked now. Used to love the Wocka like Trish know. Used to have love for Bloody Snitch, he a Bitch now. My little dawg called twenty Cali cars, He rich now. I copped three hundred grams, now I got a brick now.