420 in London

Murda Murda Murda shit

Eh, 420 up in London

I'm a problem called her a bust man

Me and Murda we up to somethin'

I was on the hound and almost copped me a Fort Nelson

Mr. Hustle hard now, they claimin’ they my cousin

I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband

I’m in some Balmains, these jeans cost a dozen

I'm iced out this Rollie cost me nothin'

Remember days when I was on the brunt

Couldn't leave my house without a gun

Told Mama wouldn't make them take your son

I moved her out the hood, now a **** shoot for fun

Fuck a friend, I just do this for my loved ones

We came far from sleeping in the dungeon

Air contamination, I ain't breath like since hustlin'

Started off with coins, now I'm runnin’ up the hundreds

Mama found my strap in my room why she cussin’

Neighbor was a traphouse, cuz' I had it pumpin’

Plottin' on the matchin'

Views by the sunset

Cookin' up my dinner

Never ate my lunch yet

Pressa got you mad, huh? 30 clip mad long

Trip it till’ the pack gone, business was my thing

Gotta keep a structure, shots up the Taurus

His lungs were punctured, diamonds were my first name

Do it for the culture, ran out of minutes

Think I need a voucher

I was on the mollie, bitches out in Boston

Fucked the bitch in Follies, her pussy was awesome

Rockstar life Jeff Hardy, do tricks like Mat Hoffman

She just wanna party, she do that shit often

She gon' suck my dick until she start gaggin' and coughin'

Am I scared, no, hardly, I deserve a heart lift

My new crib is so big, this shit got a office

I was off a 30, this shit made me nauseous

My new car on derbies, automatic parkin'

Ballin' in my jersey, in the streets I'm chartin'

Twelve checked me then they took my gun

Me, no trippin' cuz' I got a whole 'nother gun

If she leave me yeah I've got a whole 'nother one

I put that on my son and I ain't even got a son

Red green, bean green, bitch I never miss

She sucked the lies up out my dick like it's a peppermint

I get the cheese like I work for the government

I'm an alien lookin' for your mother ship

420 up in London

I'm a problem, God yeah I'll bust 'em

Me and Murda we up to somethin'

I was on the the hound and almost copped me a Fort Nelson

Mr. Hustle hard now they claimin' they're my cousin

I fuck your bitch now she thinkin' I'm her husband

I'm in some Balmains, these jeans they cost a dozen

I'm iced out this Rollie cost me nothin'

I'm iced out this Rollie cost me nothin'

I'm iced out this Rollie cost me nothin'

I'm iced out this Rollie cost me nothin'

I'm iced out this Rollie cost me nothin'