Jungle Book

[Verse 1: Rell Burgundy]
Aye
Snappers, Lemonade-Tea Flop
I caught ya slippin' boy you need socks
I caught the kitchen fever syndrome bitch I need pot
Think I need a nature woman looking for that tree top
Fuck this hype Jordan shit a nigga back to Reebok
So you should bang with us or meet pops
You do this 'til the beat stop
Bitch I'm flowin' 'til my motherfucking beat stop
I spit it like I used to beat-box
Remember back in the day
Chicago Bulls snapback with the waves
Threw hands now I'm back to the fade
Its Dub Gang but I ain't acting my age
This pinky nail got me screwing in the ratchetest ways
Nearly registered for classes at Dade
But that ain't the wave
Senior came through clutch with immaculate grades
I'm a ATL fan tip my hat to the Braves
I ain't forcing nan hit I'm in my accurate phase
Looking for A can't fuck with us
Bet yo chick knows us that's Snuffleupagus
I can teach ya taste buds sauce game succulent
Then touch the pot no oven mitt, I'm fucking sick
And to you crabs, I'll make you bucket tip
And to the lab, thanks for the supplement
I'm on em bare get m hair cut and clipped
And to the rags, I'm still looking for the rich
Southern shit a biscuit and a cup of grits
And in the streets lick lips leave her butter drip
Trails of the frail nigga better come equipped
Pull it 'til ya muscle rip
As the game swangs off like my Uncle Tip

[Bridge: Philo B]
I can't stay (Uhmmm)
I can't stay (no no)
I can't stay
I can't stay
I can't stay

[Outro x4: Rell Burgundy]
I ain't a virgin, I got thangs to do
Young guy but the game eighty-two
I'm calm but I'm not afraid of you
If I'm wise stay away from you