The Jungle lyrics

[Intro: Pressa]
Yeah, only thing I knew was that revenge is a promise, man (EMRLD)
Could've did that sh*t three years ago, three days ago
Thirty years ago, n*gga, sh*t gon' catch up on you
Uh

[Chorus: Pressa]
I was in the jungle
But someone put me where the city at, we spin around
And go from block to block like city cabs, I know I'll make it
But I realized that half my city cap, must be crazy
If n*ggas catch me lackin', I'll be damned, keep it goin'
See, I've been settin' bars they couldn't beat, it get annoying
The real don't give a f*ck, please don't ask me how I'm scorin'
See, I can't turn my back on my n*gga, we dodgin' warrants
This that love and loyalty, see, this sh*t be so important

[Verse 1: Pressa]
Free 47
I only f*ck with glizzies, 23s, and 27s
I was in the trap sеrvin' junkies, servin' Kevin
Might not know mе now, but where I'm from, see, I'm a legend
Police on my back, I hit the gas just like the Chevron
b*tch, I hit a left, hit a right, then hit the exit
AMG Benz flyin' through the intersection
I ain't have sh*t in the trap, only had Netflix
b*tch, they call me Pressa, so she try to impress me
Police want me locked up, but first they gotta catch me
Smokin' with a gun, so we took him on a high-speed
Wassi, he go crazy with a gun off molly
n*gga gon' be dead if a n*gga try to try me
b*tch gon' end up dead if she ever try to line me
Bullets rip his face, I ain't fightin' like Miyagi
b*tch, we stir the storm in the pot, real tsunami
[Verse 2: Bandokay]
It's just a .38 cah if the opps come, we gotta shell back
Pretty little b*tch, I put my gun in her Chanel bag
I got love for the guys, I see the ones that didn't help man
Double-R cream seats, she wanna f*ck, I tell her f*ck me in the back then
Two pistols, one brown and one black skeng
I like spinners, I like Glock 9s, I really want a MAC-10
My n*gga got life 'cause with his knife, he just splashed ten
Free him
And I like ninas with gold bells
And she a jezzie, so I f*ck her in the hotel
A n*gga died, he got fried, I said, "Oh well"
My pistol's nearby, I can't lack up in this cold world
My YG's charged up, they're tryna go L, that's tat for tat
Two shotguns, they both blast off back to back
And you ain't like that, so how you hit the booth and rap your cap?
Shawty talk loads, she love to chat and chat
My n*gga caught a body all for the gang

[Chorus: Pressa]
I was in the jungle
But someone put me where the city at, we spin around
And go from block to block like city cabs, I know I'll make it
But I realized that half my city cap, must be crazy
If n*ggas catch me lackin', I'll be damned, keep it goin'
See, I've been settin' bars they couldn't beat, it get annoying
The real don't give a f*ck, please don't ask me how I'm scorin'
See, I can't turn my back on my n*gga, we dodgin' warrants
This that love and loyalty, see, this sh*t be so important