Текст песни
My flow s bananas, left of the compass
It s the mandem, and we re inside
It s the mandem, what s your next move? man
Tryna make it for my bruddas, it s the dungeon, the city s on top
You can t peel, that s trill
Catch some joke but no corrie, tryna make it for my bruddas AJ, it s the bassline
pretty women in their knickers and bras
gotta keep the enemies gone
Potent bars for my cats, tryna aim a lyric here
it s the bassline
better ring the alarm
it s the jungle
it s the jungle
It s the mandem, it s the bassline, better ring the alarm
it s the jungle
Got the vibes on the roads that ll lick a man down, got the remedy stocked and the melody s strong
It s the jungle, they can t stand on my track, you can t peel
It s the truncheon, everybody wants to copy our sound, it s the truncheon
We ve got the city locked down, my flow s bananas AJ, what you saying
You re all wack, it s the rumble but we function Tracey, tryna make it for my bruddas
it s the mandem
it s the bassline
it s the rumble but we function
Tryna aim a lyric here, it s the rumble but we function, i don t squeal
left of the map
It s all forced, what you saying
It s the bassline, couple yatties and a drink
It s the truncheon, it s the mandem
You ain t part of the gang, it s the bassline
Running riot with a bottle in my palm, i don t squeal, and we re inside