London/Paris Lyrics

Yeah, uh

Niggas all loud in they tone, but whenever they talk, man I really can't hear it

Boy, I was broke for so long, had to catch me a spark, go ahead and repair it

Sound like the flow from London, but I really wanna go shop in Paris

Shout out to the boss Rick Ross cause a nigga like me like his girls in pairs, yeah

Pass me the floss, I just went to Pinolandia, I got carne in my teeth

Well respected, don't need to check in anywhere I go

Shit, I don't even speak

You find my hard drive, you could get rich

I ain't even gon' trip, you could keep that leak

I be in the cut just cheffin' up hits, tryna make sure the whole gang on fleek

How you don't step if you know you gotta pop out

You niggas got the same amount of class as a dropout

You working to be like me, you better clock out

You really gon' come up short like a crop top

Pussy ass nigga want smoke, I'm a hotbox

Do you like Puff, if you lame, get cropped out

Don't let 'em play with me, Stern with the lockout

I could give a damn what a bitch tryna talk 'bout

I don't need you

To school me, I could do it

I'm improving, I go dumb and I act like a nuisance

Drop a bomb like I'm plugged in with Putin

Not the two, I'm the one

Better pull out yo cam like I'm Newton

I came out of the blue, it's confusing like whoa

Niggas all loud in they tone, but whenever they talk, man I really can't hear it

Boy, I was broke for so long, had to catch me a spark, go ahead and repair it

Sound like the flow from London, but I really wanna go shop in Paris

Shout out to the boss Rick Ross cause a nigga like me like his girls in pairs, yeah

Pass me the floss, I just went to Pinolandia, I got carne in my teeth

Well respected, don't need to check in anywhere I go

Shit, I don't even speak

You find my hard drive, you could get rich

I ain't even gon' trip, you could keep that leak

I be in the cut just cheffin' up hits, tryna make sure the whole gang on fleek

Talking my shit like 24/7, this ain't just rap, I don't need no beat

Real trendsetter, they was riding my wave since 'bout 12th grade, I was just 18

I be in the stu just cooking up Ye, my bro play keys, call his ass Mike Dean

I shoot my shot, yell "Bang!", Chief Keef

Shoot my shot, yell "Bang!", Mike Breen

I don't ever miss unless I'm talking to a grown ass woman

I don't want her, she a shone ass woman

Tell 'em make sure that the throne got cushion

I don't give a fuck who was there when I took it

Everybody wanna compare, wanna make cold stares

Cause I'm doing everything they couldn't

Point blank, bitch, if you was me, you wouldn't

Niggas all loud in they tone, but whenever they talk, man I really can't hear it

Boy, I was broke for so long, had to catch me a spark, go ahead and repair it

Sound like the flow from London, but I really wanna go shop in Paris

Shout out to the boss Rick Ross cause a nigga like me like his girls in pairs, yeah

Pass me the floss, I just went to Pinolandia, I got carne in my teeth

Well respected, don't need to check in anywhere I go

Shit, I don't even speak

You find my hard drive, you could get rich

I ain't even gon' trip, you could keep that leak

I be in the cut just cheffin' up hits, tryna make sure the whole gang on fleek