Out In the Jungle

[Verse 1: Squeeks] Out in the jungle, bunch of gorillas Keep your eyes on your bitch, she be fucking your niggas I've got five on my wrist, I don't fuck with beginners I'll be up in the kitchen, blast Yungen and Jigga's With a bit of the soda, double up on the magic I'll be turning it over, so just hitting the addicts Always wanted a Rover, but I came in the Audi Half my niggas are white, look like them bruddas from TOWIE You niggas be on the bench, you see I'm a threat And if I back the match facts, you're pissing the bed I had a couple black straps, no need to pretend Back then I could've copped a bimmer or Benz I'm G5 fly I've got more connects than your Wi-Fi Fake niggas wan' hate me when I fly by But real talk, I don't even live the high life, I just came [Verse 2: Sneakbo] See, I'm coming from the streets, coming from the block I do this for my niggas that are repping for the squad My brudda Ronnie Dean saying prayers at the mosque And my niggas OT got the life popping off I got them niggas on the block that's never had a job Hood chicks knocking down the hammers for the dons Max 35s and 9s and big pumps Young little bucks with hearts they gon' dump Like bang-ba-ba-bang-ba-bang-ba-bang-bang Forgot about school, they started rolling with the gang Tryna earn stripes, tryna be the real man In Brixton riots they be tryna kill man like Hold that, you little joke man I send porn if a nigga try provoke man You niggas are some pussies, man, you won't bang Check the scoreboard, nigga, I'm a roadman [Verse 3: Dubz] Yeah, it's Double Up Dubz, I double up, cuz I hit it with a book and when she bubble up, trust Some other niggas know me as the homie that's Whipping a bird up with ammonia, and I ain't the only one The whole team's winning, if they see me rocking a chain It ain't a stolen one, no, he didn't Nigga, stop grabbing your balls up like you own a gun It's all bullshit like Pokémon I've got the 9, 9, you could get a hole in one Fucking with some niggas that Obi like Kenobi Wan I'm feeling cozy with a roley on Get the naughty 40 oughty out, sporty clothing on I bet you that I sort 'em out when it's going wrong And that's word to this beat that I'm flowing on D&G jeans with the sewing on, shower man They don't know a man [Verse 4: Stormzy] Niggas got me paro, I ain't saying where I'm going Be a man and pay your debt, you better pay 'em what you're owing Super Saiyan in the flesh, it's kinda crazy how we blowing Used to look up out my window, I was praying that it's snowing That was Christmas, had a PS2 up in my wishlist Opened up my boxes, saw some socks like "mum, what is this?" Chilling up in sixes, nigga, mind your business Boy was talking crud so you might end up as a witness That's some other shit, I ain't bussing guns but yeah, my brothers is Check one, Stormz just spazzed, live coverage The fire that I'm coming with, you ain't really keeping up You ain't really fucking with, come and take a seat with us Nah, furthermore, stay there, you ain't got a plate here Niggas is my sons, Imma put 'em into daycare Tell 'em niggas "stay clear, this ain't what you want This is real life, you're just spitting on a song", word [Verse 5: Mr Bigz] Dining in my home up in the country With some pikeys that'll tell you it's a pony for a pumpy Ballsy cause I'm comfy but I'm frowning cuh my people dying So I'mma grab the track and pound it till the beat is crying Vermin are stressing, I yearn for aggression Burn like a Wesson, I'm serving attention, purging this urban depression Learnt the profession for some box-fitters, block-flippers Mob figures, talking some top wiggers who drop hitters All my thugs pimp quick If a chick wanna bone, tell a dumb bitch sit Cause I run this shit, train 'em like a track meet I'm presidential so it's brain up in the back seat Ugh, Kennedy shit If a spitter think he's sick, then my remedy's quit This is therapy, bitch, I put the halt to a clown Big cash, big back, we're the talk of the town I'm out