D Block Europe - Squid Game lyrics

[Intro: Dirtbike LB] They done me no wrong (Wrong) I double the pack and I whip up a clone (Ya dig?) [Chorus: Dirtbike LB] 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' [Verse 1: Dirtbike LB] 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 b*tch 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 [Chorus: Dirtbike LB] 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' [Verse 2: Young Adz] 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 ni**a, rob a ni**a, no CV, fu*k 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 fu*k with a trapper 'til we take a [?] 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 [Chorus: Dirtbike LB] 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'