Intro
Lyrics
Yeah
I can get you what you like
You just place your order
I'ma send it on a bike
So many watches that it's so hard to decide
In Hatton Garden pourin' mud up in my Sprite
These diamonds really bright
I'm standin' on my wrongs
Real street nigga, darlin' this is not a song
All my niggas rich, hit a zig it's really long
Robbed half the hood so it's awkward where I'm from
This is not a song
Young lit nigga rockin' Gucci in the bando
And I'm tellin' them to hurry up and buy it
Whippin' in Lewisham smellin' like Maria's kitchen
You can get it while it's wet or when it's dries, yeah
He had no heart but he had pride, yeah
Fast forward, long story he died, yeah
Tell my lady to follow me on a drive, yeah
Gotta live my dream, I done lived a nightmare
Sweet, shoppin' in the galleries for thirty-nine feet
Niggas in their feelings writin' thirty-nine tweets
Like the boy 29 really livin' like a-
29 really livin' like a G
Gave fifty to my jeweler then I put it on my tee
Talkin' to my mother while I sip a cup of tea
Spill juice, sip tea
Told my nigga spill juice, sip tea
Young lit nigga livin' all well, yeah
Beezo 12 o'clock on one wheel, yeah
Nigga's actin' like we gone but we still (actin' like we gone but we still here)
Don't think that we won't 'cause we still will
Fuck the money, DBE still real (still real)
And we still real
Molly world had me like a geek
Poppin' tags, straight cash
I barely keep receipts
You fuckin' with a real nigga
catch up, baby, please
Nigga talkin' out his mouth
And got some ketchup on his tee
Me and K sittin' for a minute tryna figure out
how we gonna fuckin' fit this hammer in his jeans
We don't need to talk if we establish that it's beef
Pickin' all these rappers and these cabbage out my teeth
DBE Home Alone it's the tidal wave
Rollie full of stones for the time of day
I bought her crypto, bought her YSA
She used to work for the stars now she mine to stay
Bought my nigga five pounds so his line will stay
Got my nigga 'til he's out, to the side I say
Used to bag a whole key now it's one-fifth each
If they wanna hear a key today
Get you what you like
Send it on a bike
So hard to decide
Mud up in my Sprite
Standin' on my wrongs
This is not a song
Writer(s): Adam Williams, Alban Borey, Antoine Borey, Ricky Banton
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
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