Jungle lyrics

[Verse]
No Miami but we bring the heat out
Br4 is the gang they don't speak bout
You n*ggas rap good, but we got the streets hot
Hit up his block make a f*ck n*gga clean out
Try to run and meet up wit dis green dot
I’m original theses n*ggas rerock
Want a hand out n*gga bet not ask me, where was n*ggas at when I was sleeping in da back seat
Sendin shots tell dat n*gga get at me, drop the addy
We get it lit no rally, mark his ass out no tally
I been in da streets and I been steppin I'll make these n*ggas got get they daddy
Oh rap ass n*gga you get In a jam I know you gone sang
n*gga reach fa my chain, I'mma up spark a flame and it’s off wit his brain
b*tch I'm straight out the jungle, and these n*ggas know that I can't be tamed
When you get a lil money, people start acting funny these n*ggas uh change
So I switched up the lane, gotta get it or starve that's just part of the game
I ain't goin fa nothin, dat pole on my hip I'm already on aim
Gang n*gga, run up turn yo ass to a stain
I'm bussin ya brain