Murda, Murda, Murda shit
Ayy
420 up in London
I'm a problem, called her a "bust man"
Me and Murda, we up to somethin'
I was on the hound and almost copped me a Fort Nelson
Mr. Hustle hard, now they claimin' they my cousin
I f*ck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband
I'm in some Balmains, these jeans cost a dozen
I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin'
Remember days when I was [Am7]on [C7]the brunt
Couldn't leave my [A]house without a gun
Told Mama wouldn't make them [A]take your son
I moved her out the hood, now a nigga shoot for [Dm7]fun
F*ck a friend I just do this for [Dm7]my [A]loved ones
We came far from sleeping in the dungeon
Air contamination [C7]I ain't breath ɾight since hustlin'
Started off with coins now I'm ɾunnin' up the hundreds
Mama found my [A]stɾap in my [A]ɾoom while she cussin'
Neighbor was [Am7]a tɾaρhouse cuz' I had it pumpin'
Plottin' on [C7]the mansion, views by the sunset
Cookin' up my [A]dinner
Never ate my [A]lunch yet
Pressa got [Fm7]you [A7mad, huh?
30 clip mad long
Trip it 'till the pack gone
Business was [Am7]my [A]thing
Gotta keep a stɾucture
Shots out the Taurus
His lungs were punctured
Diamonds were my [A]first name
Coolin' for [Dm7]the culture
Ran out of minutes
Think I need a voucher
I was [Am7]on [C7]the molly, bitches out in Boston
Fucked the bitch in Follies, her pussy was [Am7]awesome
Rockstar life Jeff Hardy, do tɾicks like [F]Mat Hoffman
She just wanna party, she do that shit often
She gon' suck my [A]dick until she start gaggin' and [Bm]coughin'
Am I scared? No, hardly, I deserve a heart lift
My new crib, it's so big, this shit got [Fm7]a office
I was [Am7]off a 30, this shit made me nauseous
My new car on [C7]derbies, automatic park it
Ballin' in my [A]jersey, in the stɾeets I'm chartin'
12 checked me, then they took my [A]gun
Me, no tɾippin' 'cause I got [Fm7]a whole 'nother gun
If she leave me, yeah I've got [Fm7]a whole 'nother one
I put that on [C7]my [A]son [C7]and [Bm]I ain't even got [Fm7]a son
Red green, bean green, bitch I never miss
She sucked the lines up out my [A]dick like [F]it's a peppermint
I get the cheese, like [F]I work for [Dm7]the government
I'm an alien lookin' for [Dm7]your mother ship
420 up in London
I'm a problem, God, yeah, I'll bust 'em [A](on [C7]god)
Me and [Bm]Murda, we up to [C7]somethin'
I was [Am7]on [C7]the the hound and [Bm]almost copped me a Fort Nelson
Mr. Hustle hard, now they claimin' they're my [A]cousin (my [A]cousin)
I f*ck 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!