Out In the Jungle Squeeks, Sneakbo, Dubz, Stormzy & Mr Bigz

[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, soldiers 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 corn if a nigga try provoke man
You niggas are some pussies, man, you won't bang
Check the scoreboard, nigga, I'm a roadman