作词 : Frank Childress/Divjot Singh Anand/David Orion Pointer
 作曲 : Frank Childress/Divjot Singh Anand/David Orion Pointer
*****, yeah, ayy, *****
Is that Shoki on the beat?
I just left London, I just left London
Ayy, yeah (*****), ayy, ooh (Yeah)
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Drive the streets with these bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' *****, you had this ***** comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
*****s want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Drive the streets with these bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' *****, you had this ***** comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
*****s want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
The whole damn gang, dumb, dumb, and dumbass
Pull up on them and I'm letting the gun blast
I got like forty-five left in this Glock
This is my mop and it hold fifty shots
I took that Lambo' right off of the lot
And did the dash, I had to run from the cops
Double the cup that I'm pourin' the drop
And drink it fast, *****, I be sippin' a lot
Put fifty-thousand dollars on a watch
And spent the bag just to look down at this clock
Watch me turn up on these *****s
Got 'em mad, now they wishin' a ***** would stop
When I run down on a *****
I do him bad, yeah I knock his ass right out his socks
Don't try to clown me, lil' *****
You wasting your time and I wish that you *****s would stop
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Drive the streets with these bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' *****, you had this ***** comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
*****s want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Drive the streets with these bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' *****, you had this ***** comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
*****s want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt