Pressa, Murda Beatz, Lil Uzi Vert - 420 in London lyrics

Murda, Murda, Murda shit ayy

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

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!