[00:21.43](What you got?)
[00:22.25]Got London on da track ****ing
[00:23.55](What's her name?)
[00:24.63]Hell yeah, i'm a savage
[00:26.30]****ing wet, ****ing a pad you need some napkins
[00:28.83]In the club, kill someone and make it tragic
[00:31.85]I'mma make it rain inside the club
[00:33.11]I'mma pop some bottles, make her bub
[00:35.90]Homie I'm not looking at her, baby I do it just like I does
[00:41.86]I just do my thang in these streets, yah!
[00:45.10]I'm the biggest, toughest wildebeest
[00:47.44]All these softy ****ers didn't come with a feast, yah!
[00:50.16]I'mma put a super charger like a priest, yea!
[00:52.79]If you really havin' birds, lemme see yea!
[00:55.22]I just got a new iPhone and I ain't sync it
[00:58.50]So I might don't got your number, if a ****er play
[01:00.93]I might turn it like I channel
[01:02.74]Caught me banging with a red bandana
[01:04.71]Not no February scary bandana
[01:08.20]Yeah! don't get the scary bandana
[01:10.80]I just might blow on that ho, no candle
[01:13.31]No clothes baby that's my standards
[01:16.13]Just make her smoking on cabana
[01:19.12]Purp make me forgot I'm not having stamina
[01:21.48]Every Tuesday, I throw racks at amateurs
[01:24.50](What you got?)
[01:25.81]Got London on da track ****ing
[01:27.23](What's her name?)
[01:28.16]Hell yeah, that's my side ****er
[01:29.75]****ing wet, ****ing a pad you need some napkins
[01:32.61]In the club, kill someone and make it tragic
[01:35.18]I'mma make it rain inside the club
[01:36.25]I'mma pop some bottles, make her bub
[01:39.54]Homie I'm not looking at her, baby I do it just like I does
[01:45.51]Shoot a ****er down tragic, hold you number tragic
[01:48.46]Your momma a tragic, your daddy a tragic
[01:51.50]I pull up and trash ****ert, the whole bitty bastards
[01:53.80]All my crew like tra*******ng, let them have it
[01:56.48]What if it ain't no baptist, Lil' boy Larry
[01:59.10]Sit your little ass down like I used magic
[02:01.59]I got more wood than a ****er palace
[02:04.46]Dolly White told to me sit back, just point and laugh at
[02:07.31]These ****ers and these bum ****ers
[02:09.73]Porn ****ers ****ers come and get it
[02:12.90]**** if I make it rain, let these ****ers get it
[02:15.50]I just want a long neck like a chicken, get it
[02:17.57]Every YSL member get it
[02:20.72]I left ****ers in my fender, get it
[02:23.36]Bring a tender, you a member get it
[02:25.97]No puppet, no pretending I'mma ****er menace
[02:28.37](What you got?)
[02:29.23]Got London on da track ****ing
[02:30.84](What's her name?)
[02:31.87]Hell yeah, that's my side ****er
[02:33.75]****ing wet, ****ing a pad you need some napkins
[02:36.12]In the club, kill someone and make it tragic
[02:38.54]I'mma make it rain inside the club
[02:40.80]I'mma pop some bottles, make her bub
[02:43.17]Homie I'm not looking at her, baby I do it just like I does

(What you got?)
Got London on da track ****ing
(What's her name?)
Hell yeah, i'm a savage
****ing wet, ****ing a pad you need some napkins
In the club, kill someone and make it tragic
I'mma make it rain inside the club
I'mma pop some bottles, make her bub
Homie I'm not looking at her, baby I do it just like I does
I just do my thang in these streets, yah!
I'm the biggest, toughest wildebeest
All these softy ****ers didn't come with a feast, yah!
I'mma put a super charger like a priest, yea!
If you really havin' birds, lemme see yea!
I just got a new iPhone and I ain't sync it
So I might don't got your number, if a ****er play
I might turn it like I channel
Caught me banging with a red bandana
Not no February scary bandana
Yeah! don't get the scary bandana
I just might blow on that ho, no candle
No clothes baby that's my standards
Just make her smoking on cabana
Purp make me forgot I'm not having stamina
Every Tuesday, I throw racks at amateurs
(What you got?)
Got London on da track ****ing
(What's her name?)
Hell yeah, that's my side ****er
****ing wet, ****ing a pad you need some napkins
In the club, kill someone and make it tragic
I'mma make it rain inside the club
I'mma pop some bottles, make her bub
Homie I'm not looking at her, baby I do it just like I does
Shoot a ****er down tragic, hold you number tragic
Your momma a tragic, your daddy a tragic
I pull up and trash ****ert, the whole bitty bastards
All my crew like tra*******ng, let them have it
What if it ain't no baptist, Lil' boy Larry
Sit your little ass down like I used magic
I got more wood than a ****er palace
Dolly White told to me sit back, just point and laugh at
These ****ers and these bum ****ers
Porn ****ers ****ers come and get it
**** if I make it rain, let these ****ers get it
I just want a long neck like a chicken, get it
Every YSL member get it
I left ****ers in my fender, get it
Bring a tender, you a member get it
No puppet, no pretending I'mma ****er menace
(What you got?)
Got London on da track ****ing
(What's her name?)
Hell yeah, that's my side ****er
****ing wet, ****ing a pad you need some napkins
In the club, kill someone and make it tragic
I'mma make it rain inside the club
I'mma pop some bottles, make her bub
Homie I'm not looking at her, baby I do it just like I does