420 in London Pressa (Ft. Lil Uzi Vert & Murda Beatz)

[Intro: Pressa]
Murda, Murda, Murda shit
Ayy

[Chorus: Pressa & Lil Uzi Vert]
420 up in London
I'm a problem, call the ombudsman (Hello?)
Me and Murda, we up to somethin' (Facts)
I was on the hound and almost caught me in Fort Nelson (Yeah)
Mr. Hustle-hard, now they claimin' they my cousin (What?)
I fuck your bitch, now she thinkin' I'm her husband (Uh)
I'm in some Balmains, these jeans cost a dozen (Uh)
I'm iced out, this Rollie cost me nothin' (Ice)

[Verse 1: Pressa & Lil Uzi Vert]
Remember days when I was on the run (Yeah)
Couldn't leave my house without a gun (Whoo)
Told Mama wouldn't make them take your son
I moved her out the hood, now a nigga shoot for fun (let's get it)
Fuck a friend, I just do this for my loved ones (Uh)
We came far from sleeping in the dungeon (Uh)
Air contamination, I ain't breath right since hustlin'
Started off with coins, now I'm run-in' up the hundreds
Mama found my strap in my room, why she cussin'?
Neighbor was a traphouse, Pressa had it pumpin'
Plottin' on the mansion, views by the sunset
Cookin' up my dinner, never ate my lunch yet (Uh)
Pressa got you mad, huh?
30 clip mad long
Chip it 'til the pack gone
Business was my thing, gotta keep a structure
Shots out the Taurus, his lungs were punctured (What)
Diamonds were my first link, jewellery part of culture
Ran out of minutes, think I need a voucher