[Intro]
We got London on da Track
[Chorus]
Soon as she went to liking pictures
I just add her to the list
Only thing I know to do is shit on y'all when I get pissed
Pussy boys we might shoot up your whole clique
Old school say I'm a cold cat 'cause I'm lit
But in the street they know I'm hot dawg
Do it by myself I can probably stop y'all
Don't make me have to make a phone call
Yeah, it's chef Jeff I'm tryna boil y'all
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Shout out my twin lil Uzi
We was out in Philly fucking groupies
I make niggas mad, they want to shoot me
But I stay stacking my paper, ain't no loose leaf
We stretching these niggas like elastic
Copped that coupé and then I crashed it
But you know I'm rich, so it don't matter
I like plastic bitches, they're fatter
It's different when a gangster shining
But it's different when a gangster crying
Put him in a pan
Put him in a pan I'm trying to fry him
I'm praising God cause I ain't there yet
Yeah yeah
My nigga say he don't know who told
All these streets ain't the same no more
My other nigga he went off the road
Ain't no telling, they start closing
[Chorus]
So as she went to liking pictures
I just add her to the list
Only thing I know to do is shit on y'all when I get pissed
Pussy boys we might shoot up your whole clique
Old school say I'm a cold cat 'cause I'm lit
But in the street they know I'm hot dawg
Do it by myself I can probably stop y'all
Don't make me have to make a phone call
Yeah, it's chef Jeff I'm tryna boil y'all
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Shout out my twin lil Uzi
We was out in Philly fucking groupies
I make niggas mad, they want to shoot me
But I stay stacking my paper, ain't no loose leaf
We stretching these niggas like elastic
Copped that coupé and then I crashed it
But you know I'm rich, so it don't matter
I like plastic bitches, they're fatter
It's different when a gangster shining
But it's different when a gangster crying
Put him in a pan
Put him in a pan I'm trying to fry him
I'm praising God cause I ain't there yet
Yeah yeah
My nigga say he don't know who told
All these streets ain't the same no more
My other nigga he went off the road
Ain't no telling, they start closing
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