X IN LONDON

I was better when I was off that bag and off the X in London I don't got no feelin' on me, baby, so just give me Somethin' I don't give a fuck about a hoe, I hit em, and I'm ridin' I told my momma I would be a star, she knew I Would be somethin' All these clothes on a nigga body like I left Met Gala I got to that money, now these hoes always tryna holla Yeah, she wanna fuck because she see that chrome heart on my collar I got this shit on by myself, I don't need no styler I don't need no styler, I don't need no styler I don't need no styler, I don't need no styler My bitch, she give me head so good, that bitch like a scholar I don't even wanna call you, baby, I'm not tryna bother Bae, I'm on another fuckin' planet off this fucking X Three models in my room, I'm hittin' one, who I'm fuckin' next Bitch, I'm gettin' bored, I've been thumbin' through these fuckin' chains Bae, I'm tired, I just did a show, hop up off that jet Lil' baby, we mad, I fucked a friend, that's before we met She so insecure, why you mad, why you so upset Get my niggass out the cells, put them boys back in they home Yeah, they done woke up the beast, they done put me in my zone Parents, they don't see me often, they keep askin' what I'm on I don't give a fuck about these hoes, put them in my song She gon' fuck me over, then she cryin', actin' like I'm wrong I don't give a fuck no more, lil baby, because my money long I was better when I was off that bag and off the X in London I don't got no feelin' on me, baby, so just give me somethin I don't give a fuck about her, I hold my head up, then I run I told my mama I would be a star, she knew I would be somethin Why you tryna act like you never did nothin' I was better when I was off that bag and off the X-Line I don't got no feelin' on me, baby, so just give me Somethin I don't give a fuck about her, I hold my head up, then I run I told my mama I would be a star, she knew I would be Something