LONDON

Ooh Mmm Nigga London pound cake 75 nigga I'm out in London I'm smoking on London Baik roll that gas up Gelato Ah Nigga we out in London toting on a beam Day ones no new friends fuck you niggas mean 8 Pounds I feel dead smoking blue dream I'm fucking on a lil bad bitch and she a fiend uh No I ain't go to prom this a stretched out limousine We gon shoot till you read every page of the magazine Smoking on purp lemon lava cake it's gasoline I put ya bitch in a Prada fit she on her knees ooooh Oooh Oooh I was just bagging up Uh uh uh I was just bagging up grams And i played all my cards why you can't see my hand I be walking out the trap house and hop in a lamb Yes I'm gon tax for a brick Uncle Sam Ooh ooh I give hope to the streets man I feel like a preacher Man the engine so loud swear the rari a creature I Know you want to cuff me but bitch you a treesha Nigga if you got no money don't ask for no feature I might just get a foreign bitch a new visa Uh uh Nigga Aye Racks, Benji's Flipping a brick around I need a 10 piece Why you leaving your bitch alone nigga don't tempt me You was sleep in your home She throw top in a benzy Nigga don't want smoke Shots till it's empty I stay with a choppa nigga call me chopo Smoking on super sour grape gelato I'm always wining go check the score I feel like Fabo Bitch I'm the plug like I'm Escobar call me Pablo nigga Woah Nigga we out in London toting on a beam Day ones no new friends fuck you niggas mean 8 Pounds I feel dead smoking blue dream I'm fucking on a lil bad bitch and she a fiend uh No I ain't go to prom this a stretched out limousine We gon shoot till you read every page of the magazine Smoking on purp lemon lava cake it's gasoline I put ya bitch in a Prada fit she on her knees ooooh Oooh Oooh I was just banging up Uh uh uh I was just bagging up grams And I played all my cards why you can't see my hand I be walking out the trap house and hop in a lamb Yes I'm gon tax for a brick Uncle Sam Ooh ooh I'm out in London I'm thumbing up bands