London Freestyle Song Details:
London Freestyle Lyrics
You would’ve thought I wasn’t gone win
(You would’ve thought I wasn’t going win)
Roll another opp, Blow it in the wind (Below, Great)
(You wanna know what money sounds like?)
Yeah! I took a loss, Take it on the chin (Below, Yeah!)
(Here comes the money sound)
Hmm! another n!gga died, We tell him “Spin”
(Great, Yeah!)
If I know he did it, I give him a grin
If I know she with it, I give her a glimpse
I will be busting moves, I don’t gotta flinch
Baby, I’m a boss, I could pay your rent
Huh! i’m oc (Oc), Not ot (Nah, Not ot, Nah)
I will be hyping myself in the mirror
Like, “Go me”, Look, Huh!
He said he travels, No he doesn’t (Uhh! )
State to state, That’s all he knows (Skrrt)
I’m out in Paris, By the rollie store
Got the Gucci slides, With the open toes (Uhh! )
Huh! (Woo), Woah!
(Got the Gucci slides, With the open toes)
Yeah! (Haha), Yeah! yeah! look
(Got the Gucci slides), Yeah! look, Uhh!
N!gga, From here on (N!gga, From here on)
A hundred-Thousand to clear songs (Yeah!)
That n!gga die if he stares wrong (Below)
I’ve been in London for a bare long (Yeah!)
Bro, This is fivi’ in rare form (Uhh! )
I might do the nikes for a year-long (Uhh! )
All of these diamonds to get on (Uhh! )
Can’t sit at the table, Your chair is gone (Nah)
I got a rich b!tch (I got a rich b!tch)
And she like rich sh!t, Huh! (She like rich sh!t)
She’ll pay twenty-Thousand for a trip
Just to take a fit pic’ (Yeah!), Huh!
If she gets out of line, She gets dismissed (Yeah!)
If it comes out of his mouth, He gets his lip split (Below)
N!gga, What, You ain’t hear me on a big drip? (What?)
N!gga, I fell in love with a lit b! tch (Aye! aye! aye!)
Two guns (Two guns), Big clip (Big clip)
Headshot (Head host), Wig split (Wig split)
I call data, He like, “Get, Get” (Get, Get)
Yeah! them n!gas fake, They can’t handle the truth
I pay the stylist to handle the shoes
I take a percy’ to handle my mood
It keeps me calm, It helps me not to shoot (Grrt, Below)
I gotta win, I got too much to lose (Huh!)
Yeah! (Yeah!), My little shooter got too much to prove
(Great, Below)
Boom (Ha), I gotta win, I got too much to lose (Yeah!)
Ha, My little shooter got too much to prove, Huh!
(Uhh! yeah!)
Yeah! yeah! t
I have been doing a lot of label sh!t
A lot of songs for the radio (Songs for the radio)
A lot of songs for the girls (Songs for the girls)
This sh!t is strictly for the streets (Huh! huh!)
I had to feed the streets (Five)
We turned up, You know what I’m saying?
New money, New places
Hahaha, Different colors (Different colored money)
They know where I’m from (They know where I’m from)
Huh! they know what I’m on (They know what I’m on)
Huh! (Hahaha), Yeah! (Yeah!), Uhh! (Uhh! )