Welcome to the Jungle - Depth Strida, 2Percent

Running with the package ay im feeling like a postman

Catch me in the city im so pretty i get hoes mad

Kaiser on the beat all you bitches look like clones damn

Fuck im on a streak who wants beef you get no chance

Why dont you come around and meet the fucking Glock bitch

Charging towards you, stab your body like a swordfish

You could say im back but im triple times toxic

You could pull the gat and i still would give no shit

Apathic expressions

Im rolling up in flashy fashion

Dont acknowledge you bitches

Cuz we ain’t cool like that

And why you reachin

Like you get that shit started

You ain’t about it

Mind your manners

Or I put you in the concrete

Like some gravel and sand

You dusty motherfuckers biting

Like you dont understand

You ain’t a gangster

Youre abiding all the laws in your land

Fatty running from the cops

But he slow cuz he fat and he get caught

Feeling like im in sekiro

Cause i am the only thread

Its the lone wolf

Coming at you and im showing fangs

Shinobi execution cause i fucking like blood

Mercenaries black cash got you fucking hyped up

Pulling up with 2percent

We make sure youre notwinning bitch

Aye i got the glockie

And im ballin like its quidditch bitch

Dropping harry potter lines im bagging you to riddle it

Read between the lines the only message is «go suck a dick»

Like some stray dog

Barking at cars

Bitch shut the fuck up

Surrounded by sleeping npcs

Bitch wake the fuck up

But they like what they like

Got plastic sticking to my feet and it be

Sprayed in darker silver like they metal or in streets

Bitch get off my fucking feet

Been draggin trappy choleric type

Catch me catching

Reading facial microexpressions

Disgusted.

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Telling lies johhny johhny

Bout check catch a fucking fade

Like he is visiting a barber shop