Yeah
See, I see
I see the energy aligns
And the stars
I like your energy
They done me no wrong
I double the pack and I whip up a clone (ya dig?)

They done me no wrong (no)
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 of 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 of 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 (skrrt-skrrt)
This car five liter, this wap cost a Rollie, can't throw it away
When I pour up, just 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 I'll get you some shoes
Wear the bussdown AP to the gym
Send the Dior's 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 of class
This cocaine is bringin' in prof'

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Writer(s): Adam Williams, Ricky Banton, Soriba Konde, Ulysse Poletti, Youri Krief