D-Block Europe - Squid Game lyrics

They done me no wrong (Wrong)
I double the pack and I whip up a clone
(Ya dig?)

They done me no wrong (Wrong)
I double the pack and I whip up a clone
(Clone)
Patek is for fashion, the chrome is a 'matic
I pull up, the safety is off (It's off)
The trigger, the safety is off (Off)
No matter, we bakin' him off (Off)
I came with the soft, straight out the class
This cocaine is bringin' in prof'

Humble, hungry, I came like a tycoon (I did)
No questions
I came for your heart and the ring
With the ice is your title (yeah)
Double tap on arrival (Arrival)
Valet park at arrivals ('rrivals)
Heathrow, just fly
She goin' through the cycle
She's at home alone and, baby
I'm waitin' to eat (I'm waitin' to eat)
She's so good on the bone and, baby
I'm comin' between (Comin' between)
We been home all alone, baby
We shootin' a scene (Shootin' a scene)
She ride, ride it for me, heart on the line
Decide for me ('cide for me)
Heart on my sleeveless
How can you drill when you're teethless?
(How?) you go on the 'net and
You bitch on your brother
You stuck in your feelings (How?)
He stay with the drum in the
Field, this is the trench, it ain't recess
SVR suit me best
Told my mama I won't be less

They done me no wrong (Wrong)
I double the pack and I whip up a clone
(Clone)
Patek is for fashion, the chrome is a 'matic
I pull up, the safety is off (It's off)
The trigger, the safety is off (Off)
No matter, we bakin' him off (Off)
I came with the soft, straight out the class
This cocaine is bringin' in prof'

Hatton Garden, EC1 in the sat nav
Grab me some time (Skrrt)
Bad, bad, she wanna eat, tell
Her open her mouth, now it's Cadbury time
(Mwah)
I was a trap nigga, rob a nigga, no CV
Fuck that salary life
Don't care how bad I seem to the fake
'cause the real understand and it's fine
It's all fun and games
Wanna fuck with a trapper 'til
We take a chase
This car five litre, this wap cost a Rollie
Can't throw it away
When I pour up, it's get out my way
I pour up and get in my mood
I pour up and get in my
Mood, I'm bipolar, I'm happy
Now get you some shoes
Wear the bussdown AP to the gym
Send the Diors to the jail for the wing
Court cases with the crew, didn't sting
You ain't never been tested
I can't certify ya
Cap, cap, in your rap, rap, you little liar
My lady wanna take a trip
I give her cash and send it through the wire

They done me no wrong (Wrong)
I double the pack and I whip up a clone
(Clone)
Patek is for fashion, the chrome is a 'matic
I pull up, the safety is off (It's off)
The trigger, the safety is off (Off)
No matter, we bakin' him off (Off)
I came with the soft, straight out the class
This cocaine is bringin' in prof'