(We got London on da Track)

Yeah, I tear the roof off up this bitch, nigga
My bitch super cute when she give me a smooch she make her lips bigger
That other shit out it ain't in, is it?
Baby came back with a tape brought the hits with him
All this wack-ass shit niggas puttin' out
Shit had me goin' to sleep while I'm drivin'

These niggas know what it is, don't even try him
They know he ain't goin' for shit, he get violent
Won't even wantin' a bitch, it's no problems
You already know how it get, you no Jonathan
Real nigga shit, real nigga way too lit
Want my name in all kinds of shit
She told me to go get some condoms and pull up
I told her I didn't have time for it (no)
I looked at my watch said it's time for the turn up (yeah)
They need it, these rap niggas burnt up (mm)
Killin' shit I got the work on
As soon as you put my shit on, it's a murder
Name of the game, come hate on a player
I got the whole world on my dick
You niggas better had tried to come fuck up that load
Let a nigga like me get that rich, bitch
Posted up with my lil' baddie
No her name ain't no damn Ashley
She slidin' down on it, she nasty (go)
Tellin' me that I'm her daddy, nigga
How they let 'em be cut like he cut
And he still learned to be all commercial and shit
Off the top 'cause bitch this really me
When you got it ain't no rehearsin' this shit
Steppin', I fucked up my toenail (step)
You fuck niggas don't wanna go there
You could me put me and a slut in a room together
I promise it's only one ho there (yeah)
Don't play with me I don't got time to play
Four times out of four got that fire
I ain't talkin' no lil' shit, this a .45, and hey
I hope don't nobody gon' die today
I'ma blow 'cause I gotta live
Take care of home, spoil all my kids
Even if I'm alone, stand on the biz
And whatever you want, it is what it is
Nigga, I done took my lick, I ain't trippin' 'bout that
You know a nigga ain't goin' like a bitch
Just dropped now I'm right back
Rockin' out sold out crowds, all the real niggas singin' my shit
Let them niggas tell you

Yeah, I tear the roof off up this bitch, nigga (go)
My bitch super cute when she give me a smooch she make her lips bigger
That other shit out it ain't in, is it?
Baby came back with a tape brought the hits with him
All this wack-ass shit niggas puttin' out
Shit had me goin' to sleep while I'm drivin'

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Joshua Parker, Julian Mason, London Holmes