[Verse 1: Squeeks]
Out in the jungle, bunch of gorillas
Keep your eyes on your b**h, she be f**ing your n***as
I've got five on my wrist, I don't f** 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 n***as are white, look like them bruddas from TOWIE
You n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as that are repping for the squad
My brudda Ronnie Dean saying prayers at the mosque
And my n***as OT got the life popping off
I got them n***as 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 k** man like
Hold that, you little joke man
I send corn if a n***a try provoke man
You n***as are some pussies, man, you won't bang
Check the scoreboard, n***a, 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 n***as 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
n***a, stop grabbing your balls up like you own a gun
It's all bullsh** like Pokémon
I've got the 9, 9, you could get a hole in one
f**ing with some n***as 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]
n***as 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, n***a, mind your business
Boy was talking crud so you might end up as a witness
That's some other sh**, 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 f**ing with, come and take a seat with us
Nah, furthermore, stay there, you ain't got a plate here
n***as is my sons, Imma put 'em into daycare
Tell 'em n***as "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 b**h sit
Cause I run this sh**, train 'em like a track meet
I'm presidential so it's brain up in the back seat
Ugh, Kennedy sh**
If a spitter think he's sick, then my remedy's quit
This is therapy, b**h, I put the halt to a clown
Big cash, big back, we're the talk of the town
I'm out