[Lil Gotit]
(We got London on da Track)
I´m on the way after this song, girl

[Lil Gotit]

I got murder on my fuckin´ melon (Tell ´em free Melly)
Young nigga ways like I´m Melly (Tell ´em free Melly)
Pull up shootin´ out the box Chevy
If I fuck her good, she gon´ telly-telly (Let´s go)
In her chest like her name Congestion (Beat it up)
And I´m geeked up, runnin´ ´round the lobby
Oh, yeah, I´m up, boy, these niggas can´t stop me
I´m dodgin´ 12 and these paparazzi

[Lil Gotit]
Hood baby, get your stain bust (Free Melly)
Hand on the money, got my chain bust (Woo)
Wrist flood, rain bust (Wrist flood)
Whole YSL, they dangerous

I´m screamin´ free Melly from London (Slatt)
On the phone with London
Gotta keep a gun room
Fell in love with blue hundreds
I´m dodgin´ 12 for Melly (Ooh)
Keep a hundred bricks, yeah, in the Chevy (Woah)
They keep talkin´ crazy (Woah, woah)
Might piss on a bitch, R. Kelly (Ooh)
VV´s on my neck stay nasty (Swing)
I´m from another planet (Yeah)
That broke shit, cannot stand it (Okay)
That life I live outstanding (Woah)

[Lil Gotit]
I got murder on my fuckin´ melon
Young nigga ways like I´m Melly
Pull up shootin´ out the box Chevy
If I fuck her good, she gon´ telly-telly

In her chest like her name Congestion
And I´m geeked up, runnin´ ´round the lobby
Oh, yeah, I´m up, boy, these niggas can´t stop me
I´m dodgin´ 12 and these paparazzi

[Polo G]
I might paint the i8 red ´cause they know how I bleed
Ridin´ late night in Cali, stomp the gas and jump my speed
My young niggas play with them burners, they been tryna score for that lead
I was sellin´ dope on that corner, used to post up like Embiid
Shit changed when I left the county, ain´t looked back since I got freed
God said that I´m the chosen one, I told Him I agree

Tremani, that´s my first child, gon´ give him the world, ´cause that´s my seed
Tryna see ten figures like Hov, a hundred M´s is all I need, mmh, mmh-mmh

[Lil Gotit]
I got murder on my fuckin´ melon
Young nigga ways like I´m Melly
Pull up shootin´ out the box Chevy
If I fuck her good, she gon´ telly-telly
In her chest like her name Congestion
And I´m geeked up, runnin´ ´round the lobby
Oh, yeah, I´m up, boy, these niggas can´t stop me
I´m dodgin´ 12 and these paparazzi