Tarzan

(HOOK)

Grew up Ina jungle

W gorillas like I’m Tarzan

Swing Thu yo block

Banana clips

Knock off yo top

Riding wit my nikkas

Told da opps

Pick out a coffin

When dat choppa bust

U know u fucked

He can’t get up

762s rippin

Thu yo chest

Knockin out yo guts

Can’t say it all

U should’ve seen his face

When I came out dat cut

Used to play game

When we was shorties

Called “u fall u fucked”

Just in case

He make it

Call da medics

Come n pick em up

( VERSE 1 )

Have da doctors

Zip em up

U must ain’t heard

Dat button bust

Heard

He got switched

Up from da neck up

I can’t trust a hoe

Cuz I be feeling like

All dese bitches

Set ups

Fell in love

W glocs

But I still

A pop u w a Barreta

If u

Make me mad enough

I’ll have lil bro

Put on his sweater

He go walk

Up

Glock

A nikka down

Leave ya face

Stuck Ona fuckin ground

Pull up striker mode

Like wassup

Bitch who want it now

I heard da streets

Goin up

Cuz we

Puttin nikkas down

If u ain’t wit dis

Shit foreal

U betta

Move around

Before get lost

Around dis bitch

N den u end found

Dis brand new

Blick came wit some

Titties

Dats 100 rounds

I catch dat

Boy up Ina city

My sons

Gun em down

Yea we da

Type to creep

Up

Where u

Think u safe n sound

Until it get loud

Better think

Bout what u say

For it come out

Yo mouth

Cuz

U know

Dis shit’ll

Get wild

My nikkas

Outside

Spinning in em

Strikes right now

Ready to blick

A bitch down

( HOOK )

Grew up Ina jungle

W gorillas like I’m Tarzan

Swing Thu yo block

Banana clips

Knock off yo top

Riding wit my nikkas

Told da opps

Pick out a coffin

When dat choppa bust

U know u fucked

He can’t get up

762s rippin

Thu yo chest

Knockin out yo guts

Can’t say it all

U should’ve seen his face

When I came out dat cut

Used to play game

When we was shorties

Called “u fall u fucked”

Just in case

He make it

Call da medics

Come n pick em up

( VERSE 2 )

Bitch

We young

N dumb

Outside

Having fun

W all our guns

Betta watch yo

Tongue fa u da next

Thing smoking in my lungs

Dnt

Get yo ass clapped

Outta state

N get sent

Back to were

U from

Dat Nicke

Baked em

Like a cake

N crushed

His skull

Into sum crumbs

Play wit my chips

U gon Lay

Since a youngin

I been stuck up in

Criminal ways

When we pull up

Just get to BUSSIN

All u hearing is bang

Me and u nikkas not the same

U betta stay in yo lane

Bitch U know

Ain’t

Shit

Change

Still up on dat

Block wit a dirty gloc

Come thru dis bitch

U catching mo

Than 30 shots

Im ona land

Wit all my killas

U know we da opps

We gon' find out

Where dem nikkas

N put em

All on fox

Bitch its da

Mothafuckin don dada

Ima puerto rican

Wit a fully loaded choppa

We da reason

**** scared to post

Up on they blocka

Told da gang

Long as we together

Then can't nun stop us

Me and all my **** shottas