Stuck In The Jungle Song Lyrics

Stuck In The Jungle by French Montana

Coke Boy, baby

I’m up in traffic, I ride with them guns, you know how we do every summer (Oh)
Jump out the bed like f**k 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, yeah, oh)
Ain’t talk to my dawg in a couple of months, can somebody tell ’em I love ’em
(Gang, gang, let’s get ’em, yeah)
f**kin’ these hoes all over the world, I never give groupies my number, uh (Let’s get it)
Racing them Lamb’ trucks, fresh in the front and the back of the bumper, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt)
Get ’em Xans up, f**k 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 pussy, uh (Yeah, yeah)
You said they stole your chain, you lied, they took it, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Amiris with the Dior Nikes (Yeah, yeah)

Through these Cartiers they cried Armani tears
If a nigga tried to play with my life (Oh, hey, with my life)
So watch what you say ’cause, nigga
I don’t play, any time o’ the day, it’s on sight (Oh, grrt, on sight)
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” (Oh, there that night)
They said I had a AK in a ‘Rari and I just caught a body
I’m like, “Nigga, that’s a lie” (That’s a lie, hey, yes)

Armed and dangerous, sucker ass niggas can’t bang with us (Huh)
Angel dust, south bond streets they label us, notorious, can’t be touched, yeah (Woo)
Back of the block, yeah it was hell, yeah, serving the abundance (Abundance)
Lawyers and opps, yeah, judge by twelve and six feet under (Coke Boy, baby)
One time for Chinx, one time for Max, you know I’m puttin’ you under (Oh)
Why am I still here? What is the mission? You know I sit here and wonder (Wonder)
Haven’t speak to my dawgs in a couple of months
Can somebody tell ’em I love ’em (I love ’em)
N.Y. crib, duckin’ the feds, stuck in the zoo for the summer (Ah)
One time for Big, one time for Pun, welcome to the city of God (God)
You know the store, ride in the ‘Rari, only way get out of dark (Coke Boy, baby, skrrt)
Play like the majors (Majors), life for the rich and the famous (Famous)
That’s why she’s sucking me off like I come in different flavors
I’m not Tech N9ne, gotta take nine, shooters with me, yellow Celine
Pop on the hook, you’re out of your mind, go tell ’em rewind, baow

Through these Cartiers they cried Armani tears
If a nigga tried to play with my life (Oh, hey, with my life)
So watch what you say ’cause, nigga
I don’t play, any time o’ the day, it’s on sight (Oh, on sight, grrt)
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” (Oh, there that night)
They said I had a AK in a ‘Rari and I just caught a body
I’m like, “Nigga, that’s a lie” (That’s a lie, hey, yes)

Coke Boy, baby (Coke Boy, baby)