[Intro, Jay Gwuapo]
Ayo Eli whatup bro? Know wassup wit us
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus, Jay Gwuapo]
First off, these n***as is cap and all of the shit that they rap
Obviously they tryna politc, n***as be federali with the way that they chat
We takin' all the baddies off the strip, we ain't in Miami wit no bitches who wack, But fuck that
Lemme get back to some real shit
And get real in the jungle, if he move a muscle, have them shooters touch you I don't gotta talk
All of that social media and calls, so don't be a fool, n***as gettin' jumped
We doin' walk ups, drive bys, when we slide, run еm over with the car
He triеd to run but he ain't even make it, them bullets ain't that n***a get to far

[Verse 1, Eli Fross]
N***a you could die, fuckin' wit the guys
Put you in the sky, now you realize
Feelin' like the reaper smokin' on the dead souls in the air, now they realize
Know I keep the bread, keep on actin' up, wraith big body, pockets banded up
When you see the money, you gon' see a gun, pull up back in stupid Imma get you touched
Brodie he a demon, he gon give it up, Gwuapo got the rock he gon come in clutch, big booty bitches girl I'm tryna fuck, I ain't tryna dance girl I keep a gun
All up in this duffle bag, see a lot of bands, if I put it on you, then you done
I got them choppers bustin' at ya noggin, flippin' n***as I can really show you some

[Chorus, Jay Gwuapo]
But fuck that
Lemme get back to some real shit
And get real in the jungle, if he move a muscle, have them shooters touch you I don't gotta talk
All of that social media and calls, so don't be a fool, n***as gettin' jumped
We doin' walk ups, drive bys, when we slide, run em over with the car
He tried to run but he ain't even make it, them bullets ain't that n***a get to far
[Verse 1, Eli Fross]
N***a you could die, fuckin' wit the guys
Put you in the sky, now you realize
Feelin' like the reaper smokin' on the dead souls in the air, now they realize
Know I keep the bread, keep on actin' up, wraith big body, pockets banded up
When you see the money, you gon' see a gun, pull up back in stupid Imma get you touched
Brodie he a demon, he gon give it up, Gwuapo got the rock he gon come in clutch, big booty bitches girl I'm tryna fuck, I ain't tryna dance girl I keep a gun
All up in this duffle bag, see a lot of bands, if I put it on you, then you done
I got them choppers bustin' at ya noggin, flippin' n***as I can really show you some