Jungle

[Intro: Young Thug] Ha, got bars like a prison Did I forget to mention? Diana, ayy, mama I'm leanin' Young Thug They fumblin', and me? [Verse 1: Young Thug] I ball multiple ways which means I'm athletic You been hustlin' 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'd snag at it (They fumblin', and me?) I ball multiple ways which means I'm athletic You been hustlin' 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'd snag at it Them niggas stupid dumb which makes me stupid smart And they be waitin' for one play while I be playin' my part My diamonds ricochet, them diamonds lookin' dark I be in the crowd with my fans, I have a groupie heart Bitch, I be goin' in but I ain't naked though And I be flexed up, I own a Beau tux', yo Them niggas wifin' them, we be on the next hoes And I kick the super shit, but Boot's leg broke Yeah, and this beat crazy But I been fuckin' beats, that's how I got two babies Yay, shouts out to real lil' Haiti What are babies born with rabies? Ugh [Chorus: Female Singer & Young Thug] 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 (Yeah) They can't fumble (Yeah) They won't fumble (ROC Crew) Cleveland Ave is a concrete jungle (Jonesberg South) It's a jungle (Yay, I'm leanin) It's a jungle (Xan, that's cool, I'm leanin') Niggas from the Ave don't fumble (Haha) They can't fumble (Um) They won't fumble (Um) [Verse 2: Young Thug] What's the beefin' about? And niggas say they shootin'? Shit, they snuck and shot me, what's the sneakin' about? What's the cheatin' about? Oh, they eatin'? Where '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 kickin' the door, Big Jimbo fo' sho' Yeah, shouts out to the ROC Crew Unfoonk, 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 gon' stop you From doin' nothin', shouts out to twenty-eleven Shouts out to all eleven of the kids And when I talk to my mama I still sit on her like a kid And if you have them racks my homie will sit on you like a wig You dig?