420 in London

Murda Murda Murda shit Eh, 420 up in London Im 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 claiming' they my cousin I fuck your bitch now she thinking' 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 nigga 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 run-in' up the hundreds Mama found my strap in my room while 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 Coolin' 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 Heartland My new crib it's 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 charting 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, been 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 claiming' they my cousin I fuck your bitch now she thinking' 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'