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London's Calling (feat. Skrapz, Avelino, Asco, Loski & AJ Tracey)

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Skrapz

Vocals

Avelino

Vocals

GRM Daily

Performer

Isaac Hagan

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Avelino

Composer

Asfa Joel Allen

Asfa Joel Allen

Composer

C. Kyei

Composer

Ché Wolton Grant

Ché Wolton Grant

Composer

Jyrelle O'Connor

Jyrelle O'Connor

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

J Rocs

Mixing Engineer

Fanatix

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

No days off, I ain't got time to relax

No sidetracks, I ain't got time for all that

I'm in a 4X4, two pipes in the back

Dippin' in and out of lanes through the tiniest gaps

I've got killers in my contacts

One hand sign, that's a done deal, no contracts

I got a household name, it stay ringing bells

It isn't hard to tell now, I'm doing well

A wholesale, cook crack till my clothes smell

And if it all goes well by the end of the year

Then I'm gone, I ain't goin' into detail

Penthouses and females

Whole top floor's for the goons, bad bitches and weed smell

I got shooters around me with big Desert Eagles

On base every day like it's legal

And all they need is a reason

[Verse 2]

Reporting live from the border where it's borderline

Insane, I go insane, I get bored of lines

But I'm tryna kill it until I'm immortalized

Still tryna get a mortgage, man, I'm mortified

'Cause no one ever told me 'bout credit

Brought credit to myself, go-getters go and get it

Only Diesel I could afford were the denims

Now I'm in my diesel, feeling gassed, unleaded

Drive got me this

Tryna feel alive got me this

And new Rollie, make time for me, bitch

I'm a hustler, grind for me, bitch

Bust down, make you bust it open, shine for me, bitch

I'm a star now

Never got a look in, I'm looking at yards now

I'm in Hypebeast, ****, calm down

You ain't got a Lexus, stand down

Put them arms down

[Verse 3]

Look, it's big Asc from the East side, how you living?

I'm in the trap where the cats and the mice living

Big foreigns any time you see me whipping

I stays in the trap, that's how I mind my business

In a dirty kitchen with the lights flicking

Night shifting all night, all the white licking

I rap now, they know I'm on the nights with it

Ice with it, and I don't write down my lyrics

And I don't see no food, I just buy the brizzy

I straight drop it, bring it back, and recycle it

And if shorty hella bad, I'm re-piping it

And I ain't with all the talk, I'm on sight with it

The crews mad, even madder where the lights hit it

I take next man's gyal and make them my bitches

And I don't spend no time with them

I just blow loud packs, get neck, and put pipe in them

[Verse 4]

Yeah, they calling me Loose, I ain't slipping in the streets

I got a pole when I'm out with my boo

Who's brave, ay? Run up on who?

I'm in love with designer, drill it in a Canada Goose

Harlem, hold it down for the crew

I coulda broke my hands bagging weight, and it's true

Eight dash, but we got about two

Lack where? Lack where? I got it locked in a shoe

Ay, banter, skidding in a four pipe

Oh, my, oh, my, swag lookin' mazza

Should of left the brucky with Amanda

But she bag it up enough times so I thank her

Bust on my pagans and they ain't blew back

I'm from the South part, Harlem, baby, you knew that

Steppin' in Harrods, my Gucci, two bags

And my gyal up in Louis, she lookin' too bad

[Verse 5]

It's big G Trace-O, representing the West Zone

I want all the smoke, ain't got no pressure, gang will press chrome

Stretching out these models, back in day I had to stretch O's

Independent and I got my pendant looking metro

Bust out looking booming, got your misses grooming

Grey trackie, got these pengers on my Insta tryna zoom in

Cooley boy, I'm coolin'

Louboutin shoes in season, bloody bottoms got me booling

Ladbroke Grove, you're grooving

I'm a lover not a loser, i8 cruiser

Fat pussy bruiser, always with a shooter

Dialing skatty, stay around in Sammy like Yakuza

You're thinking that's your wifey, but she gang and she a chooser

Girls, they tryna diss me but

Tracey, I got plenty hoes

Slide up on my ****, leave your rentals, catching plenty holes

Bloody on this F-thing, girls ain't in no Fendi though

Got my young strikers making names like Asensio

Written by: Achi Avelino, Asfa Joel Allen, C. Kyei, Ché Wolton Grant, Jyrelle O'Connor

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