420 In London Lyrics - Lil Uzi Vert

[Intro: Pressa] 

Murda Murda Murda shit 

[Hook: Pressa] 

Eh, 420 up in London 

Im a problem called her a bust man 

Me and Murda we up to somethin' 

I was on the hound and almost copped me a Fourt Nelson 

Mr.Hustle hard now they claiming' they my cousin 

I fuck your bitch now she thinking' I'm her husband 

I'm in some Balmains these jeans cost a dozen 

I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' 

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[Verse 1: Pressa] 

Remember days when I was on the brunt 

Couldn't leave my house without a gun 

Told Mama wouldn't make them take your son 

I moved her out the hood now a nigga shoot for fun 

Fuck a friend I just do this for my loved ones 

We came far from sleeping in the dungeon 

Air contamination I ain't breath like since hustlin' 

Started off with coins now I'm run-in' up the hundreds 

Mama found my strap in my room while she cussin' 

Neighbor was a traphouse cuz' I had it pumpin' 

Plottin' on the matchin' 

Views by the sunset 

Cookin' up my dinner 

Never ate my lunch yet 

Pressa got you mad, huh? 

30 clip mad long 

Trip it till' the pack gone 

Business was my thing 

Gotta keep a structure 

Shots up the Tuarus 

His lungs were punctured 

Diamonds were my first name 

Coolin' for the culture 

Ran out of minutes 

Think I need a voucher 

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[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert] 

I was on the mollie, bitches out in Boston 

Fucked the bitch in Follies, her pussy was awesome 

Rockstar life Jeff Hardy, do tricks like Mat Hoffman 

She just wanna party, she do that shit often 

She got' suck my dick until she start gaggin' and caughin' 

Am I scared? No, hardly, I deserve a Heartland 

My new crib it's so big, this shit got a office 

I was off a 30, this shit made me nauseous 

My new car on derbies, automatic parkin' 

Ballin' in my jersey, in the streets I'm Jordan 

Twelve checked me then they took my gun 

Me, no trippin' cuz' I got a whole 'nother gun 

If she leave me, yeah I've got a whole 'nother one 

I put that on my son and I ain't even got a son 

Red green, bean green, bitch I never miss 

She sucked the lies up out my dick like it's a peppermint 

I get the cheese like I work for the government 

I'm an alien lookin' for your mother ship 

[Hook: Lil Uzi Vert] 

420 up in London 

I'm a problem, God yeah I'll bust 'em 

Me and Murda we up to somethin' 

I was on the the hound and almost copped me a Fourt Nelson 

Mr.Hustle hard now they claiming' they're my cousin 

I fuck your bitch now she thinking' I'm her husband 

I'm in some Balmains these jeans they cost a dozen 

I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' 

[Outro: Lil Uzi Vert] 

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'