NEMZZZ, D-BLOCK EUROPE TASTE

(Nathaniel London) (ZEL, this shit crazy) Yo She look bad every day, mhm Chains all up in her face, mhm She got expensive taste, mhm She been servin’ face, mhm Cook the coke into paste, mhm Molly water to her face, mhm Lean stains in the Wraith I like how this lady taste (Yo) Made her walk just so I can stare back Take off your clothes, I’m hitting it Hypnotised, I’m hitting it bare back Put her to bed, she got jet lag Give me a taste, got her wet now You want Chanel? Go get that Stack in the bag, ayo, tek that She got a man? I didn’t hear that Got in my bag and it multiplied Sat on my face, made her cry They hate on me, wonder why Blue in the whip like the sky Out the way, I’m out the mix No 808s, [step back out?] the kick They adding it up, I’m tryna be slick But we got the same background on pics She look bad every day, mhm Chains all up in her face, mhm She got expensive taste, mhm She been servin’ face, mhm Cook the coke into paste, mhm Molly water to her face, mhm Lean stains in the Wraith (Yeah) I like how this lady taste (Yeah) Sippin’ [cream?], like the taste, uh-huh Calabasas out the gate, uh-uh Gun closet with a safe, uh-huh Things that we done, can’t say, uh-uh Had to go halves ’cause I’m sick of the promises, I can not deal what the promise is I’ve sat with a bitch and we gassed this shit up about love, but we both done the opposite He weren’t in the street like DBE, that’s why the trap is acknowledging I heard my nitties is jumping like fleas, that’s why they sick and they vomiting I’m probably in Chrome, I’m sitting Supreme, I’m treating this shit like a Adidas (Yeah) We get the fire, we ain’t ridin’ with phones, I know them niggas ain’t eaters She look bad every day, mhm Chains all up in her face, mhm She got expensive taste, mhm She been servin’ face, mhm Cook the coke into paste, mhm Molly water to her face, mhm Lean stains in the Wraith I like how this lady taste I’m in Chanel, Hermès, startin’ my mornin’ Big league, get you kicked out the bank (Mm) Get me in my mood, we diggin’ up shoes Got shooters on speed dial, tellin’ them, “Crash” (Mm, mm) Goddy out the can, get it all back I ain’t takin’ my Lamb’ out if the weather is wack I make a IG baddie sell crack 29 really fuck up the tap, huh ‘Bout to go Lambo’ again, bring the mini AK and the rambo again I got a ten out of ten, I won’t trust her for shit ’cause she run round with them Go down, bitch, I know that she would never leave, she a ten out of ten with the natural physique Me and Bazz talk Patekies, it’s tekky, one fifth on the kettle straight from HMP She look bad every day, mhm Chains all up in her face, mhm She got expensive taste, mhm She been servin’ face, mhm Cook the coke into paste, mhm Molly water to her face, mhm Lean stains in the Wraith I like how this lady taste