Welcome to the jungle, where the hungry eat the humble

And the money don't talk - it mumble

Looks like another homicide, call Colombo

That Uzi go "Brrrr" - that's the motherfuckin' drumroll

Gun low in the hoodie, bundle in her pussy

I hope you die with your eyes open, still lookin'

Fuck you lookin' at?

Yo' wig - I push it back

Can stuff a quarter-bird in her if her pussy fat, ya dig

It's young Tunechi, I'm all about the loochie

Superstar still a pop your ass like a bruski

Keep the chopper in the case like an acoustic

Straight barbecue your ass - Ruths Chris

God, hold me down if I run out the bullets

Yeah that Uzi make music - it's time to boogie

Ha-ha, die slow hoe-nigga

This the jungle

I don't go hard, I go-rilla

I got 'em