Stuck in the Jungle (Original) lyrics

by

French Montana, Pop Smoke & Lil Durk


[Intro]
Coke Boy, baby

[Verse 1: Lil Durk & French Montana]
I'm up in traffic, I ride with them guns, you know how we do every summer (Oh)
Jump out the bed like f*ck what it is, you know how I do for my brothers (Yeah, yeah, oh)
Chiraq career, they got me on papers, I'm stuck in the zoo for the summer (Yeah, oh, yeah)
Ain't talk to my dawg in a couple of months, can somebody tell 'em I love 'em? (Gang, gang, let's get it, yeah)
f*ckin' these hoes all over the world, I never give groupies my number, uh (Let's get it)
Racin' thеm Lamb' trucks, pressin' the front and I'm back of the bumpеr, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
Get 'em Xans up, f*ck off a Perky and take off the rubber, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Put my hands up, look at the face and the Rollie, baguette and the buss, uh (Yeah, yeah)
I'm not A Boogie, I keep on a hoodie, a hoodie (Yeah, yeah)
She want Celine, I get it 'cause she got good pus*y, uh (Yeah, yeah)
You said they stole your chain, you lied, they took it, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Amiris with the Dior Mike's (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke & French Montana]
Through these hundred years, ain't cried Armani tears if a n*gga tried to play with my life (Oh, haan, with my life)
So watch what you say 'cause, n*gga, I don't play, any time o' the day, it's on sight (Oh, grrt, on sight, oh)
I looked the judge in the face, told him, "I don't know a thing (I don't know a thing), I wasn't there that night" (That night)
They said I had a AK in the 'Rari and I just caught a body, I'm like, "n*gga, that's a lie" (That's a lie)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Ayy, Coke Boy (Coke Boy, baby)
We ridin' baby, baby (Baby)
We slidin' baby, baby (Baby)
Hee-ha, hee-ha
We slidin' baby, baby (Baby)
We ridin' baby, baby (Baby)
We slidin' baby
Armed and dangerous, sucker ass n*ggas can't bang with us (Haan)
Angel dust, south Bronx streets they label us, notorious, can't be touched, yeah (Woo)
Back of the block, yeah it was hell, yeah, servin' the bundles (The bundles)
Lawyers and opps, yeah, judged by twelve and six feet under (Under)
Baby we makin' the move (Movie)
Spikely remember your school days (Haan)
That henny got me woozy (Woozy)
I done forgot my new place (Woo)
Five hundred large a week (Week)
Lamborghini truck, the Vs (The Vs)
Packin' it up with freaks (Freaks)
Fresh out the mud with beats (Beats)
Pray to Allah for weed
We ridin' baby, baby (Baby)
We ridin' baby, baby (Baby, Coke Boy, baby)
Hee-ha, hee-ha
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & French Montana]
Through these hundred years, ain't cried Armani tears if a n*gga tried to play with my life (Oh, hey, with my life)
So watch what you say 'cause, n*gga, I don't play, any time o' the day, it's on sight (Oh, on sight, grrt, oh)
I looked the judge in the face, told him, "I don't know a thing (I don't know a thing), I wasn't there that night" (That night)
They said I had a AK in the 'Rari and I just caught a body, I'm like, "n*gga, that's a lie" (That's a lie)

[Outro]
Coke Boy, baby (Coke Boy, baby)
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