London Roads

Weed and syrup, yeah

(We got London on da Track)

All I know is paper

I don't know these hoes

I like mouth in my lap

And pussy on my nose

And I'm bringin' home the bacon

It's fryin' on the stove

You hoes can't drive me crazy

Keep your eyes on the road

Got the money on my mind

And bodies on my nine

And I swear everyday

I'm on my Ariana grind

De

I got that yay

I got that ladidadida

And a kamikaze squad

And you chicken parmesan

Lord, I'm a free man

Like I come from Amistad

No, I come from Hollygrove

Turnin' O's

To octagons

I get money while I'm sleep

I dream that I'm in heaven

I dreamed I saw Lil Beezy

And smoked a 'gar with Wessy

All my niggas, Rest In Peace

And my enemy, rest pleasant

So when my niggas creep

They catch him

When he least expect 'em

Momma told me

If you run these streets

Run these streets correctly

Well, feet don't fail me now; I never knew my feet to test me

Lord knows

I wear new clothes

To the mall

Two hoes

On my arm

Fur boots

When it's warm

Church shoes

To play ball

We spittin' this shit like bird food to a dog

Urkel to big Carl, y'all don't hear me

All I love is paper

I don't love these hoes

Boy, that vest won't save you

Neither will heroes

Lord, they better hope you save him

Better catch the holy ghost

Holy moly, hockey mask like Halloween like OVO

Lord all I know is strippers, all they know is poles

All they sell is pussy, cause they been sold they soul

Boy, you go zero to sixty, I go one-and-two-zero's

Pedal to the metal, I call it rose gold

Lord all I know is paper

Big fat money rolls

Look at how big my safe is

That bitch got double doors

I was runnin' outta patience

'Til I heard all aboard

They mad cause I be skatin'

At home on marble floors

Lord knows I drive fast in my driveway

I pop tags and throw 'em down and make the ground shake

Goddamn, a pint of lean almost 5k

I be spendin' 25k every 5 days

I sent my girl on a spa day

Cause Hood just came with them chickens

I don't want you in the house, bae

Plus we need the kitchen

Lord, trap house in abundance

We got trap houses in London

Y'all don't hear me

(We got London on da Track)

Hol' up

Had to switch the flow up

Had to pour up

Roll some more up

Watch me go up

My doors go up

When I show up

Why you show up?

Pick my bro up

Pick a O up

Hit the store up

Get a soda

Get us 4 cups

Split a 4 up

Then we slow up

Yeah you know us

Then we toast cups

And we post up

Don't approach us

We got toasters

That's my slime, like we ghostbust

And we both bust

Give no fucks

Take no stuff

And take your stuff

Then ho hunt

For some chocha

I know a ho

Who'll rock the boat

But I row her

I'm Noah, Lord

I remember when I was no one, Lord

When I couldn't find jack in no one's cards

Ms. Cita

I remember goin' in your gun drawer

Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by centimetres

Oh Lord

I remember dyin' on her room floor

And wakin' up in some police's arms

He died recent

So I hope heaven made more room for him

And I hope he see me

Cause if he didn't save that lil boy there would be no Weezy

Oh Lord