Nookie (Feat. Lil Baby)
D-Block Europe
3:20(Just kill, uh) 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 standing on my wrongs Real street nigga, darling, 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 rocking Gucci in the bando And I'm telling them to hurry up and buy it Whippin' in Lewisham smelling like Maria's Kitchen You can get it while it's wet or when it dries, yeah He had no heart but he had pride, yeah Fast forward, long story short, he died, yeah Tell my lady to follow me on a drive, yeah Gotta live my dream, I done lived a nightmare Sweet, shopping in the galleries for thirty-nine feet Niggas in their feelings writing thirty-nine tweets Like, "That boy 29 really living like a-" 29 really living like a G Gave fifty to my jeweller then I put it on my tee Talking to my mother while I sip a cup of tea Spill juice, sip tea, told my nigga, "Spill juice, sip tea" Young lit nigga living all well, yeah Beezo 12 o'clock on one wheel, yeah Niggas acting like we gone but we still here (acting like we gone but we still here) Don't think that we won't 'cause we still will Fuck the money, DBE still real (yeah, still here) And we still real Molly world had me like a geek Poppin' tags, straight cash, I barely keep receipts She 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 established that it's beef Pickin' all these dirty rappers and this 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 was T Got my nigga 'til he's out, to decide a 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 Sell it on a bike So hard to decide Mud up in my Sprite Standin' on my wrongs This is not a song