[Intro]
Bitch, yeah, ayy, bitch
Is that Shoki on the beat?
I just left London, I just left London
Ayy, yeah (Bitch), ayy, ooh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' n***a, you had this shit comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts, he burst like a Gusher
N***as 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'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' n***a, you had this shit comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts, he burst like a Gusher
N***as want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt

[Verse]
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 then I'm pourin' the drop
And drink it fast, bitch, 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 n***as
Got 'em mad, now they wishin' a n***a would stop
When I run down on a n***a
I do him bad, yeah I knock his ass right out his socks
Don't try to clown me, lil' n***a
You wasting your time and I wish that you n***as would stop
[Chorus]
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' n***a, you had this shit comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
N***as 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'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' n***a, you had this shit comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
N***as want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt