"420 In London" lyrics

[Pressa:]
Murda, Murda, Murda shit
Ayy

[Pressa (Lil Uzi Vert):]
420 up in London
I'm a problem, call the ombudsman (Hello?)
Me and Murda, we up to somethin' (Facts)
I was on the hound and almost caught me in Fort Nelson (Yeah)
Mr. Hustle-hard, now they claimin' they my cousin (What?)
I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband (Uh)
I'm in some Balmains, these jeans cost a dozen (Uh)
I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' (Ice)

Remember days when I was on the run (Yeah)
Couldn't leave my house without a gun (Whoo)
Told Mama wouldn't make them take your son
I moved her out the hood, now a nigga shoot for fun (let's get it)
Fuck a friend, I just do this for my loved ones (Uh)
We came far from sleeping in the dungeon (Uh)
Air contamination, I ain't breath right since hustlin'
Started off with coins, now I'm run-in' up the hundreds
Mama found my strap in my room, why she cussin'?
Neighbor was a traphouse, Pressa had it pumpin'
Plottin' on the mansion, views by the sunset
Cookin' up my dinner, never ate my lunch yet (Uh)
Pressa got you mad, huh?
30 clip mad long
Chip it 'til the pack gone
Business was my thing, gotta keep a structure
Shots out the Taurus, his lungs were punctured (What)
Diamonds were my first link, jewellery part of culture
Ran out of minutes, think I need a voucher

[Lil Uzi Vert:]
I was on the molly, bitches out in Boston (Whoa)
Fucked the bitch in Follies, her pussy was awesome (Uh)
Rockstar life Jeff Hardy, do tricks like Mat Hoffman (Wow)
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 heart lift
My new crib, it's so big, this shit got a office (Whoa)
I was off a thirty, this shit made me nauseous
My new car on derbies, automatic parking
Ballin' in my jersey, in the streets I'm Jordan
12 checked me, then they took my gun
Me, no trippin' 'cause I got a whole 'nother gun (Grah)
If she leave me, yeah I've got a whole 'nother one (Yeah)
I put that on my son and I ain't even got a son (Uh)
Red green, beam green, bitch I never miss (Whoo)
She sucked the lines up out my dick like it's a peppermint (Yeah)
I get the cheese, like I work for the government (Dang)
I'm an alien lookin' for your mother ship (Yup)

420 up in London
I'm a problem, call the ombudsman (Oh yeah)
Me and Murda, we up to somethin'
I was on the hound and almost caught me at Fort Nelson
Mr. Hustle-hard, now they claimin' they my cousin (My cousin)
I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband
I'm in some Balmains, these jeans they cost a dozen (12)
I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' (Uh)

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'
Yeah!