Jungle

[Verse 1: Young Thug] I ball in multiple ways, which means I'm athletic You been hustling for ten years, which means you bad at it If a million was nine feet, you wouldn't grab at it But a cracker got five thousand, you would snag at it You niggas stupid dumb, which makes me stupid smart And they be waiting one play while I be playing my part My diamonds ricochet, them diamonds looking dark I be in the crowd with my fans, I have a groupie heart Bitch I be going in, but I ain't naked though And I be flexed up, I own the vote, talk show Them niggas wifing them, we be on the next hoes And I kick the super shit, but Boots leg broke Yeah! And this beat crazy But I've been fucking beats, that's how I got two babies Yay, shouts out to real lil' Haiti What are babies born with rabies, ugh [Hook x2] Cleveland Ave is a concrete jungle (It is) It's a jungle (It is) It's a jungle (It is) Niggas from the ave don't fumble They can't fumble (Yeah) They won't fumble [Verse 2: Young Thug] What's the beefing about? And niggas say they shooting? Shit, they snuck and shot me, what's the sneaking about? What's the cheating about? Or they eating what 'bout Shit, I don't sneak, I don't cheat, I just see and hop out Then I start gunnin' Then they start runnin' And I start runnin' You know how that go Where I'm from, niggas might buy a deuce or four And then later, I'm kicking the door Big Jumbo fo' sho' Yeah! Shouts out to the ROC crew Unfunk I got us, I mean I got you You like a new pair of shoes, I gotta cop you And when you get home, I swear they ain't gonna stop you From doing nothing, shouts out to 2011 Shouts out to all 11 of the kids And when I talk to my momma, I still sit on her like a kid And if you have them racks, my ho will sit on you like a wig Ya dig?