King Of The Jungle lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd]
Enrgy Beats
KrispyLife

[Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd]
My b*tch real bad, she need to watch her tone
I wet a n*gga T, like I washed his clothes
I'm something like a stripper, I keep my pole
I had to pop dawg, 'cause he thought he was strong
Me and bro need that cheese, if we hop on songs
I done did house trips and knocked down doors
Have Block Logic beat your ass, we is not no hoes
I [?] Glock wrong
I served everybody but you, you don't smoked no strongs
I like yeezys, but I still rock my [?]
My b*tch was trippin when I got home
So I beat her ass, 'cause she went through my phone

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
I done sold a thousand grams, never hit the road
I ain't talking 'bout no freak, I'll take your soul
Only took me two days, ran through a lone
Shout out Dusty, lil n*gga ran through twenty fours
Eh, n*ggas overbroke
I can teach you how to get it, take out your notes
I don't need [?] move you out your home
I ain't never lift weights, but I got them strongs
[Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd]
Bro really cheating on his b*tch, he just beat life
[?]w, he done caught a free life
He just rerocked [?] off a cheap pint
[?] give a f*ck if he wrong or right
I forgot his Glock, but I had my knife
I'm finna stab me a n*gga, dead in the eye
[?] don't show no signs, she shoot it in her thigh
Come with ten, bring the rest back Friday night

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
n*gga, you a ho, took your heat twice
Put boy to sleep, he [?] three [?]
What you made on that road, it took me three nights
Man, all your verses wack, you need to rewrite
I got a hundred in this b*tch, I'll rewind
I'm throwing big B's like a beehive
I ain't [?] grab it, you a three five
All you old n*ggas really act like T.I

[Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd]
Your n*gga never shoot for you, he a b*tch player
I heard you wanna kill yourself, you need a big prayer
I'm really in the trentches, I'm a risk taker
n*ggas really out here f*cked up like the Flint mayor