420 in London

Murda, Murda, Murda sh*t

Ayy

420 up in London

I'm a problem, call the ombudsman (hello?)

Me and Murda, we up to somethin'

I was on the hound and almost caught me in Fort Nelson

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

I f*ck your b*tch, 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'(ice)

Remember days when I was on the run

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 n*gga shoot for fun (let's get it)

F*ck a friend I just do this for my loved ones

We came far from sleeping in the dungeon

Air contamination I ain't breath right 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 mansion

Views by the sunset

Cookin' up my dinner

Never ate my lunch yet

Pressa got you mad, huh?

30 clip mad long

Chip it till' the pack gone

Business was my thing

Gotta keep a structure

Shots up to Taurus

His lungs were punctured

Diamonds were my first name

Jewellery part of culture

Ran out of minutes

Think I need a voucher

I was on the molly, b*tches out in Boston

F*cked the b*tch in Follies, her pus*y was awesome

Rockstar life Jeff Hardy, do tricks like Mat Hoffman

She just wanna party, she do that sh*t often

She gon' suck my d*ck until she start gaggin' and coughin'

Am I scared? No, hardly, I deserve a heart lift

My new crib, it's so big, this sh*t got a office

I was off a thirty, this sh*t made me nauseous

My new car on derbies, automatic parking

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

12 checked me, then they took my gun

Me, no trippin' 'cause 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, beam green, b*tch I never miss

She sucked the lines up out my d*ck 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 (on god)

Me and Murda, we up to somethin'

I was on the the hound they almost caught me at Fort Nelson

Mr. Hustle hard, now they claimin' they're my cousin (my cousin)

I f*ck your b*tch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband

I'm in some Balmains, these jeans they cost a dozen (12)

I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' (uh)

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'

Yeah!