King Of The Jungle

Lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd] Enrgy Beats KrispyLife [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd] My bitch real bad, she need to watch her tone I wet a nigga T, like I washed his clothes I'm something like a stripper, I keep my pole I had to pop dawg, 'cause he thought he was strong Me and bro need that cheese, if we hop on songs I done did house trips and knocked down doors Have Block Logic beat your ass, we is not no hoes I [?] Glock wrong I served everybody but you, you don't smoked no strongs I like yeezys, but I still rock my [?] My bitch was trippin when I got home So I beat her ass, 'cause she went through my phone [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] I done sold a thousand grams, never hit the road I ain't talking 'bout no freak, I'll take your soul Only took me two days, ran through a lone Shout out Dusty, lil nigga ran through twenty fours Eh, niggas overbroke I can teach you how to get it, take out your notes I don't need [?] move you out your home I ain't never lift weights, but I got them strongs [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] Bro really cheating on his bitch, he just beat life [?]w, he done caught a free life He just rerocked [?] off a cheap pint [?] give a fuck if he wrong or right I forgot his Glock, but I had my knife I'm finna stab me a nigga, dead in the eye [?] don't show no signs, she shoot it in her thigh Come with ten, bring the rest back Friday night [Verse 4: YSR Gramz] Nigga, you a ho, took your heat twice Put boy to sleep, he [?] three [?] What you made on that road, it took me three nights Man, all your verses wack, you need to rewrite I got a hundred in this bitch, I'll rewind I'm throwing big B's like a beehive I ain't [?] grab it, you a three five All you old niggas really act like T.I [Verse 5: KrispyLife Kidd] Your nigga never shoot for you, he a bitch player I heard you wanna kill yourself, you need a big prayer I'm really in the trentches, I'm a risk taker Niggas really out here fucked up like the Flint mayor