London Lyrics

I can't go for nothing

Ridin' with that chopper and that pack all day I'm running

Hitman, call me a gunman

Knock his face off when he come in

This glock came with a whole drum and this big chopper hold 100

Got some bitches in Kentucky trying to fuck me at the London

Aye

Bitch I been thumbing trying to keep the money coming

Fall straight off in the club you know I had to sneak this drum in

Nigga I came from nothing, hustling trapping an onion

Keeping it real like Keith Runyon

'Til I get rich, ain't done yet

Fuck it, I can't tuck it

Don't care where we go hoe I still up it

These niggas homo they some suspects

Hit the plug with finesse

Trap til the sun up

Til the sun set

I need me some baguettes

Clip double stacked just like a bunk bed

Flip the pack with one hand

I fill the tank then I skate out the state

Shrimp and steak plate I don't eat no Chick-Fil-A

Banana clip K pull up to the London late

Two bitches on the way and one look like Kim K

I ain't even fishing but I'm chilling by the lake

I ain't even sipping 'cause I'm spilling all my drink

Lately I been on prescriptions feeling like I'm finna faint

And I'm righteous how I'm living, turn my back on this I can't

I'm on all these drugs I feel like I'm in outer space

Cartier shades, plain Jane, lemonade

Huncho diamond chain

Now she wanna be my main

The whole city know my name, I put these fuck niggas on game

Label me a muthafuckin' goat

And you don't got shit to say to me so don't even approach

Woah, fuck nigga don't play with me we pop up at your show

I think your hoe trying to come stay with me but this bitch gotta go

Yeah I gotta get it, I came from the trenches

No I cannot trust none of these bitches

Benjamin, blue face, I want the digits

I do the dash on the police fuck a ticket

Told myself imma be something one day, I meant it

I just want the racks I ain't chasing no bitches

Mama told me Huncho, listen, don't stop 'til you winning

You got to live up to your vision

Late at night I been up with the crickets

Praying and wishing I don't fail my mission

Sometimes I think back reminiscing

I was broke back in the day but I miss it

Police trying to lock me up I ain't did shit

Broke ass niggas still mad sneak dissing

Hollow tip bullet catch wind, get to whistling

Dick in your bitches mouth like I'm a dentist

I can't go for nothing

Ridin' with that chopper and that pack all day I'm running

Hitman, call me a gunman

Knock his face off when he come in

This glock came with a whole drum and this big chopper hold 100

Got some bitches in Kentucky trying to fuck me at the London