P-flow - Come Down (ft. Chuki Beats & Young Henny)

I blast through this industry
Like a young killer bee
Every memory made me
Stride with my energy
I told my dad
He can calm down, just chill
Don't worry bout a thing,
Bout to make a mill
I'm still young but
I seen a lot, did a lot
Jumpshot on the moon
Like a fucking astronaut
Yeah, that's how it goes
Fly with my bro's,
In their own design clothes

(Still lit in this bitch)
Aw shit, that's how it is
People hate cause they bitch say
"what's my miss"
But I can't see 'em
They on level one
I'm on level done,
Yeah I already won
I said already won,
Man I did it twice
Homies come and go
But jungleboys there for life
One trap house turn it every night
Two sides of the city
Came together keep it thight
(oh damn, oh damn, oh damn)

Smash hits and classics
High hats and bassets
Soon gone like magics
So nice but tragic
So fresh o' so clean in that all new outfit
Let's get it, let's make it
I sing it, I mean it, I do it
For the poeple that stick around
I use my town like a playground,
I put it down

Where we going up
Jungleboys on top
You can't make us stop
You can't make us come down
You can't make us come down,
You can't make us come down,
You can't make us come down

Jungleboys here we come through
Rolling dubes doing kung fu
Don't give a fuck about these dumb dudes
Don't wanna be rudes, stay humble
Ready to rumble, welcome to the jungle

Man I'm chillin
Me and my dogs in the building
And we kill it, do you feel it
Trynna make damn milli
You bitch is a silly
Now we finni get it
Always keep it real
Keep it one-hundred and fitty
And you know we going blonde
Just like a fetty
And you know I'm pretty
And yo bitch ready

Damn, she said I was hella jiggy
Must be the ganja the marihuana
The one they chop without the one gun
When I'm on the mic
I make more noise than thunder
If you fuck with me you're going under
If you suck a good dick,
You might get a number

You might get a number
You might get the tip
Yoy might get a cowgirl
With a doggy stick
My crew with that true shit
Bells with that henny
Mags with the red eyes
'Cause he smoking plenty
Man suing twenty meter girl like Bob Jenny
A hottie that's loyal
And makes her own money
(My boo)
So gone, so cool
Jungleboys in this bitch, kung fu