Out In the Jungle

Hah

Out in the jungle, bunch of gorillas (Hah)

Keep your eyes on your bitch, she be fucking your ****

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 (Yeah)

I'll be turning it over, soldiers hitting the addicts (Yeah)

Always wanted a Rover, but I came in the Audi

Half my **** are white, look like them brothers from TOWIE

You **** 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 **** wan' hate me when I fly by

But real talk, I don't even live the high life, I just came

(Yeah, yeah)

See, I'm coming from the streets (Streets)

Coming from the block (Block)

I do this for my **** that are repping for the squad (Cash)

My brother Ronnie Dean saying prayers in the mosque

And my **** OT got the life poppin' off

I got them **** on the block (Block), that's never had a job

Hood chicks knocking down the hammers for the dons (Uh)

MACs, .35s and .9s and big pumps (Pumps)

Young little bucks with hearts they gon' dump

Like brang-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 (Real man)

In Brixton riots they be tryna kill man like

Hold that, you little joke man (Joke man)

I send corn if a **** try provoke man (How yuh mean?)

You **** are some pussies, man, you won't bang

Check the scoreboard, ****, I'm a roadman

(Comin' from the streets)

Yeah

(Yeah, yeah)

It's Double Up Dubz, I double up, cuz

I hit it with a book and when she bubble up, trust

Some other **** 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

****, 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 **** 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

(Double Up)

Check one, check two

**** got me paro', I ain't saying where I'm goin'

Be a man and pay your debt, you better pay 'em what you're owin'

Super Saiyan in the flesh, it's kinda crazy how we blowin'

Used to look up out my window, I was prayin' that it's snowin'

That was Christmas, had a PS2 up on my wishlist

Opened up my boxes, saw some socks like "Mum, what is this?"

Chilling up in Sixes, ****, mind your business

Boy you was talkin' crud so you might end up as a witness

That's some other shit, I ain't bussin' guns but yeah, my brothers is

Check one, Stormz just spazzed, live coverage

The fire that I'm comin' with, you ain't really keepin' up

You ain't really fuckin' with, come and take a seat with us

Nah, furthermore, stay there, you ain't got a plate here

**** is my sons, I'ma put 'em into daycare

Tell 'em **** stay clear, this ain't what you want

This is real life, you're just spittin' on a song

(**** got me paro', got me paro', got me paro')

Word

Mr Bigz

Big Bav my A1 from day 1 (Ah)

Dining in my home up in the country

With some pikeys that will tell you it's a pony for a pumpy

Ballsy 'cause I'm comfy but I'm frowning cah my people dyin'

So I'ma grab the track and pound it 'til the beat is cryin'

Vermin are stressin', I yearn for aggression

Burn like a Wesson, I'm servin' attention, purging this urban depression

Learnt the profession for some box-fitters, block-flippers

Mob figures, talkin' some top wiggers, who drop hitters

Huh, 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 (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 (Town)

I'm out (I'm out, I'm out, I'm out)