Hopped in the county I smiled in my mug You know I won't do no shows in the club I got a green dot, it looks like a bulb Steppers like OJ, they move with them gloves Sipping that purp, I've got Wock in my burp Don't make me spin on your block like Lil Durk Not clocking in but we moving the work Imma stand on my ten and step on your toes We be dropping them squares like they're dominoes You can keep the paper give me bricks for the show I'm in Houston really swanging them bows Hit the trap they got exotic and lows The hood a jungle, we gone mob in a Jag Tried to hit the plane with glocks in the bag Rob a nigga for some Robin's jeans And then I keep them in the dresser, no popping tags Versace carpet gotta live like Aladdin I'm with my migo in the trap really dabbing Fuck your niggas and the grave that you grabbing for Keep on talking, then it gets really tragic You ain't got a TV, you don't want no static Jatran bus down, walking with a Patek I've been the same and I just started having How did he do it? They're asking, "what happened?" Aye Running up on my stain Nigga tried to test me for my frame Florida drop, big Biscayne Pop me two beans then I hop on a plane Overseas, I can't drive in the left lane Slide in the hooptie, it's wood in that grain Downing that drank, upping my rank National nigga, got too many banks Aye Running up on my stain Nigga tried to test me for my frame Florida drop, big Biscayne Pop me two beans then I hop on a plane Overseas, I can't drive in the left lane Slide in the hooptie, it's wood in that grain Downing that drank, upping my rank National nigga, got too many banks We were the team with supreme Good ninety three, never on E Serving that poison like we BBD Testing my shooter, how good is your three? We like them baptisms, float in a creek Throwing your soul away like it's debris Smoking your homie, he rolled in a leaf I got a four-four it's tucked in the briefs Nerdy since middle school, didn't have to cheat Niggas turfing since middle school, all in the street They was banging that VL, that Stone and GD Mommas looking in grief, they were cooking that beef We were always in church, but we ran with the sheep We were off of the beans, we ain't getting no sleep Now we like Lebron, we balling Feeling like I found my calling Gotta ship out packs in the morning Do you know the niggas I extorted? Hold the gun when I'm recording Got Haitians out in Florida Come and take a ride inside that pink Mercedes Yeah I could never wet my wick, I gotta stay lit Aye Running up on my stain Nigga tried to test me for my frame Florida drop, big Biscayne Pop me two beans then I hop on a plane Overseas, I can't drive in the left lane Slide in the hooptie, it's wood in that grain Downing that drank, upping my rank National nigga, got too many banks Aye Running up on my stain Nigga tried to test me for my frame Florida drop, big Biscayne Pop me two beans then I hop on a plane Overseas, I can't drive in the left lane Slide in the hooptie, it's wood in that grain Downing that drank, upping my rank National nigga, got too many banks

Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign He tells the native population that civilization is fine And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree That civilization is a thing for me to see So bongo, bongo, bongo, i don't wanna leave the congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, i'm so happy in the jungle, i refuse to go Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, i make it clear That no matter how they coax him, i'll stay right here I looked through a magazine the missionary's wife concealed (magazine? what happens?) I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobiles (you know you can get hurt that way Daniel?) At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see (what do they see, Danny?) Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don't wanna leave the congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, he's so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go Don't want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear So, no matter how they coax him, i'll stay right here They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train And though it's smokey and it's crowded, they're too civilized to complain When they've got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation grounds (what do they do, Danny?) They swim and they fish, but that's what I do all year round So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go Don't want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here They have things like the atom bomb So I think I'll stay where I am Civilization I'll stay right here

Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign He tells the native population that civilization is fine And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree That civilization is a thing for me to see So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I make it clear That no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here I looked through a magazine the missionary's wife concealed (Magazine? What happens?) I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile (You know you can get hurt that Way Daniel?) At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see (What do they see, Darling?) Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, he's so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go Don't want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train And though it's smokey and it's crowded, they're too civilized to complain When they've got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground (What do they do, Darling?) They swim and they fish, but that's what I do all year round So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go Don't want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here They have things like the atom bomb, so I think I'll stay where I "ahm" Civilization, I'll stay right here!