Calboy – Jungle Juice Lyrics
Jungle Juice Lyrics by Calboy
Six Element
Ayy
Knew them days was lookin’ like GTA, lil’ brodie popped a lot
That’s on the gang, you better watch what you say
My brodie popped his top (Hey)
He step out of line, he out of bounds, we gotta let him down
You ain’t hard to find, got Foenem creepin’ where you stay around
Keep that on the low, you know what you know but B!tch, don’t make a sound
This sh!t on the floor, you catch ’em low [?] better take him down
No, you can’t take it back, lil’ B!tch, you said what you said
These days, I been busy, B!tch, might put a bag on your head
Got the drop on oppositions, caught him layin’ in his bed
Most these niqqas’ opposition, they turn fed ’cause they scared, yeah
[Chorus] I been trippin’ off this juice, came from the jungle (From the jungle)
I was wildin’ out in school, we tote them guns in the hall
She asked me what I’m feelin’, I don’t love her at all
Sorry, they left me with no feelings, wasn’t no one I could call
Kept that sh!t a hundred grand, these niqqas called me crazy (Hey)
I been duckin’ rats, snakes and pigs, that’s on the daily (For real)
You know how we coming if these niqqas tryna play me
Up the Glock and bust his brains, this B!tch ain’t got no safety
[Interlude] Damn, I seen that boy Calboy at the cityGoin’ goddamn let the stick goin’
A niqqa will tell you this sh!t was crazy [Verse 2] Yeah, I’m still adjustin’ to fame
Ask me why I risked my life, I did that sh!t for the gang
[?] I earned my stripes, I put this B!tch to his brain
Shawty, yeah they know my body, I’m tip-toes in the rain
I been solid, boy, you pu$$y, why you chasin’ a name?
Traumatized, this niqqa sick