[Intro]
Shoo, shoo, uh, shoo, shoo, uh, shoo, uh, shoo
I'm a real one, know what's happenin'
Shoo

[Verse]
I'm in the jungle (I'm in the jungle)
I am a jungle boy (Boy)
I got them sticks, yeah (Sticks)
Don't come through the jungle, boy (Jungle)
Know we gotta stick with tree
Know we smoke all the tree
Smokin' big Cali weed (Cali)
I'm from Paradise East (Paradise)
I been ballin', right? (Ballin')
Livin' life like I'm in paradise (Yeah)
Whole lotta money got me livin' right
Y'all n***as ain't livin' right
Stomach hurt, you ain't feelin' right
Bitches hate to be in my life
I'll tell a ho, "Fuck your life"
Hurt a bitch feelin' all the time
I'm gettin' money, yeah, all the time
Bitches always hittin' my line
Bitch, ain't no fuckin' ho, get out my spot
Bitch, this a real trap spot
Know the block stay hot
Know them Glocks hangin' out
Young n***as hangin' out
In the street with them 30's hangin' out
Yeah, bitch, you wanna see
Come in the hood, yeah, I am O.G.
I be smokin' lotta weed, sip lean
Baby girl, R.I.P. to Pimp C
All the lean made 'em follow me
In the streets, man, they follow me
N***as hatin' 'cause these n***as can't follow me
Pussy n***a, boy, don't start with me
I got shooters wanna see, where you n***as like to head
Like where you be, we gon' pull up where you be
Hunnid round drum put a n***a straight to sleep
Now your hood screamin' R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Everybody wearin' t-shirts
Yeah, I know that they shit hurtin' (Oh ya)
Yeah, you don't wanna see
Don't wanna see your homie on white tees
Man, you n***as better pull up with white flags
'Fore you end up in white bags
Y'all n***as out here playin', I'll pull up on a n***a
Spin a n***a so fast
Matter of fact, I got money just to spend
My n***a goin' hit up your friends
I ain't with the talkin' shit 'cause all the talkin' for the bitches
And I be fuckin' all these bitches, so why you actin' like a bitch
I hit you with the stick, Glock hold a dick
I ain't with that shit, shoot a n***a, put him on his period
I ain't with the beefin' shit, period
'Cause when it come to beef, shit get serious
I'm shootin' at mama and children
Y'all n***as ain't with that type of shit
I'm with all that type of shit
Yeah, kidnap your bitch
Gettin' money, yeah, I'm bout that shit
Hold your bitch for ransom
I got a stick, make her dancer