[Verse 1: Young Adz]
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
[Verse 2: Dirtbike LB]
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
[Verse 3: Young Adz]
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"
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
[Verse 2: Dirtbike LB]
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
[Verse 3: Young Adz]
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"
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