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'