Jungle* Lyrics [Intro: Lil Tjay] Brrt, boom Uuh, brrt Hollon' Mmhh Boom, boom [Verse 1: Lil Tjay] Growin' up, had to learn how to rob I ain't comfortable minimum wagin' Tryna build this shit up like I'm Bob Couple stories, been going amazing I know I could've got me a job, but I'd rather just chill and keep blazin' You never seen my type [?], really him, ain't none of this is fakin' None of this is fakin', none of this is fakin', none of this is fakin' [Verse 2: NLE Choppa] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Johobo my witness, the Glock and the Smith& [?] [?] In the field like a football, throw better Mean muggin', tough talkin', not the pump fake Clutchin', he never shot nun', killed nobody Kept some, smoke one, then forgot about it Know better, better do better Targеt practise on the opps, tryna see who gon' shoot bettеr Fifteen facin' juvenile life Learnt how to shoot a gun 'fore I laced my Nikes Stripes on top of more stripes, this how I got my nickname Choppa 'cause I earnt it Paper burnin', faith deservin' Shit I been through it make you burn you [Chorus: Lil Tjay, NLE Choppa] Posted up on the block with a chop' Knowin' that ain't where I'm 'posed to be Boys pull up, caught me with the grip, now the judge finna spoke in me Bond loyalty is here, never really cared, that's just how it goes with me Real nigga, no exposing me Milli's up, livin' life how I'm 'posed to be Life's good, sex life crazy Two bad bitches deep-throating me I got the Drac', put the .38 in her purse, [?] tote for me Young and turnt', how it's 'posed to be You'll get burnt if you approachin' me Money keep pullin' down my jeans Shinin' hard for the days I wasn't seen [Verse 3: Lil Tjay] Growin' up this shit get 'em upset Ion't like you, I might buy a bitch and Patek her My diss [?], being real is the best My life is tryna kill it 'cause I'm blessed You get hit with the TEC if you move like you left 'em I'll blow 'til it's none, I'ma shoot 'til I'm dead Free molly and X, I had did it before you Your bitch know what I do if she diggin' me more I ain't fuckin' her wrong 'cause she know I'm a star We get caught up, that's raisin' the bar I just started, I'm tryna go far Out of respect like Kendrick Lamar Know for my body I'm waited, I'm paid Typa shit that'll leave you amazed Walk up [?] ricochet 'member them days, [?] [Chorus: Lil Tjay, NLE Choppa] Posted up on the block with a chop' Knowin' that ain't where I'm 'posed to be Boys pull up, caught me with the grip, now the judge finna spoke in me Bond loyalty is here, never really cared, that's just how it goes with me Real nigga, no exposing me Milli's up, livin' life how I'm 'posed to be Life's good, sex life crazy Two bad bitches deep-throating me I got the Drac', put the .38 in her purse, [?] tote for me Young and turnt', how it's 'posed to be You'll get burnt if you approachin' me Money keep pullin' down my jeans Shinin' hard for the days I wasn't seen