[Intro: Pressa]
Murda Murda Murda sh*t
[Hook: Pressa]
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 Fourt Nelson
Mr.Hustle hard now they claiming’ they my cousin
I f*ck your b*tch 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'
[Verse 1: Pressa]
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 n*gga shoot for fun
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 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 Tuarus
His lungs were punctured
Diamonds were my first name
Coolin' for the culture
Ran out of minutes
Think I need a voucher
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
I was on the mollie, 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 got' suck my di*k until she start gaggin' and caughin'
Am I scared? No, hardly, I deserve a Heartland
My new crib it's so big, this sh*t got a office
I was off a 30, this sh*t made me nauseous
My new car on derbies, automatic parkin'
Ballin' in my jersey, in the streets I'm Jordan
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, bean green, b*tch I never miss
She sucked the lies up out my di*k like it's a peppermint
I get the cheese like I work for the government
I'm an alien lookin' for your mother ship
[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert]
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 Fourt Nelson
Mr.Hustle hard now they claiming' they're my cousin
I f*ck your b*tch 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'
[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert]
I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' (x4)