Ldn City (feat. Cadet)

Dat girl's nasty

Tell man man hold dat

She acts too classy

But I seen her throwback

Nuff gal got style in London city

Nuff man get burst in London city

I got killers up north

I got my killers down south

I got **** on the east side

West side **** ball out

It's all trap trap trap in London city

You get ya head pushed back in London city

London city you get burst for the paper

I used to page man like a pager

I came with the glove like Vega

I was tryna shave man like a razor

I was tryna suit man like a tailor

This clip's looking like a movie

(This chick's looking like a hater)

This *** is what I'm into

**** don't know what I been through

Do it on sight like put a man down on the main road

Things in coat on my chase fuck jakes and i did it on bike life

Don't talk crud if you ain't that don't put nicks in the same hat

Don't look right if I left on purpose then had them man nervous

Might just end on 'em as ***

**** talk CV's nothing ain't see me

I was in the trap I was pushin' that white

Went from a cell to a brick from a brick to a cell

Yeah I was putting in cats

Every time I came out I was on a stakeout

Low life shit just paper down life talk about kidnap, talk about ridin'

**** I'm a grown man talk about life like

Talk about my G's on the inside battle chips get your wig fried

Little insight, my G's grindin' take my shit and mans shinin'

Running back never in time

Roll up stupid aim for the heart like Cupid

Leave mans stupid dem man talk can't shoot and

I had to rush in on the ship I was feelin' like Putin

Dat girl's nasty

Tell man man hold dat

She acts too classy

But I seen her throwback

Nuff gal got style in London city

Nuff man get burst in London city

I got killers up north

I got my killers down south

I got **** on the east side

West side **** ball out

It's all trap trap trap in London city

You get ya head pushed back in London city

Yeah, ay, you can get your head pushed back up in London city

**** meet me for the first time and they start **** with me

Oh what now you're a gangster? You're a bad boy?

You're gonna bust one really?

Is that man hit you in your funny bone

One phone call and my **** touch man silly if it's London city then I'm known to you

Still connected to arms like your shoulder do

But my fist fight game like your ex bitch

You can't come back if I'm getting overdue

Seven sides GL you know the groove or over move better man yeah I'm over proof

Put the bow to your face 'till you hold the goose I own the booth

(Ay calm down calm down)

F****that I got pagans now that were bedrooms

I got bedrooms now that were pagans

What a **** talk 'bout war they were never on the road they were livin' on the pavement

Squash beef I ain't sticking with arrangements

And I got a girl off Insta gettin' naked

I'm saying your grind was different than my grind my grind was roadside not one line bar inside

It was r, e it was r, e, w

Mama played that shit non stop

I learned about ridin' the block your house beat man with a soap and a sock

All of your boys dem are doin' the look

All of your boys dem are doin' the most

I can make your man disappear look

Now the only clue is a ghost you feel me?

Dat girl's nasty

Tell man man hold dat

She acts too classy

But I seen her throwback

Nuff gal got style in London city

Nuff man get burst in London city

I got killers up north

I got my killers down south

I got **** on the east side

West side **** ball out

It's all trap trap trap in London city

You get ya head pushed back in London city