Zach Nahome - LONDON lyrics

[Intro] Money What Relax [Hook] (x2) Trappin', trappin' with the Glock (Boow) Posted up on the block Baking soda with the pot Your baby mama she a pie Pull up on her in a drop (Skur Skur) I ain't f** I got top Why you cuffing she a thot (What) f**ed that b**h on the spot (Yaa) [Verse 1] Why you cuffing you a lame, wanna f** me for fame Wanna f** grab my chain, f** her to Gucci Mane f** that b**h like a dog, pa** that b**h to my dog f** that b**h in the yard, pray to me like a god Pray to me like Messiah, smoking that Gas got that fire Selling that pack with my five, shoot a n***a he lying Rob me you is dying I ain't tripping I be flying Smoking that gas from my plug that white boy his name Ryan Getting that cash like I'm signed I don't need rap I could trap and a n***a survive [Hook] (x2) Trappin', trappin' with the Glock (Boow) Posted up on the block Baking soda with the pot Your baby mama she a pie Pull up on her in a drop (Skur Skur) I ain't f** I got top Why you cuffing she a thot (What) f**ed that b**h on the spot (Yaa) [Verse 2] Talking money I got plenty, couple thousand for the Denim Couple thousand on my women Splashing on them when I'm winning Shoes tight I ain't tripping, if it ain't sealed I ain't sipping Sipping syrup eating chicken, foreign car I be whipping Diamond wet they be dripping, c**aine she be sniffing Shooting at them Scottie Pippen, never wife her I be pimping Look at my chain and my watch and my ring Rocking Raf Simmons, walking in the rain f**ing famous b**hes, treat them the same If you don't get p**y you is a lame Foolish lil' n***a stay in your lane Make a n***a dissapear, David Blane [Hook] (x2) Trappin', trappin' with the Glock (Boow) Posted up on the block Baking soda with the pot Your baby mama she a pie Pull up on her in a drop (Skur Skur) I ain't f** I got top Why you cuffing she a thot (What) f**ed that b**h on the spot (Yaa)