D-Block Europe - Intro (Home Alone 2 ) 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 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 in 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
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