London City

But right now it's little Woo'
Whiskey, Dun know
Shout out da gang, shout out my nigga Fredo
C-R and dat we're locking down ah 1-0
We're Tuna-in-a-sock Gang look-
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang! Aye!-
You know how we holding dis' shit down
Got shit "locked and boxed"
Where are you lot
Like what wing are you lot on right now?
B Wing yea?
Man just "locked da box" right now but
You know how we are bare-1

This is London
Let me show you bout the city life
I riding in my foreign car
I'm wit ah city spice
I got ah Country-Phone
My nigga got ah City-Line
One video and now they're telling
Me the city's mine
We do our own ting, I don't even pree dem
I was 8-een, I was sliding in dat BM
And now I'm 22 and model's slidin' in my DM
You barely touch the surface while I'm
Slidin' in the deep end

This the street life
Nigga, you're a lair but you eat right?
My niggas out in Leicester gettin'
Rich up of ah B-Line
It's been a month I've been
To Harvey Nichols three times
I used to eat the zinger meals
Working with the cheap grind
Now I'm eating steak and shrimp
It came out of the seaside
I might meet the girl of
Your dreams in my meantime
I'm missing all my Day-1 bruv
I swear they gotta free mine
Since Billy's been lockdown
I been released 3 times that's Bro-Bro
I don't laugh at jokes, that are homo
I can't believe these strangers
Are asking for photos it's madness!
I've got a south gyal, I call "Badness"
The secret to making her suck, Is a magnum
I'm ridin' with H-R's and
Weapons in traffic you're stupid to come
To the H-R and slap it
These Louis's I'm wearing
Look made by some cactus
Them niggas, you're round
They look made by some actors

This is London
Let me show you bout the city life
I riding in my foreign car
I'm wit ah city spice
I got ah Country-Phone
My nigga got ah City-Line
One video and now they're telling
Me the city's mine
We do our own ting, I don't even pree dem
I was 8-een, I was sliding in dat BM
And now I'm 22 and model's slidin' in my DM
You barely touch the surface while I'm
Slidin' in the deep end

I'm on the night shift and if it ain't Old
Street then it's Knightsbridge
I'm the type to want some socks
And end up spending 5 jibs
And I was driving way before I had a license
I ain't rich yet I'm still
In the trap ducking trident
Cause they're fucking with me
Told my old friends they don't
Mean nuthin' to me
We used to chill but now the
Pussy-boy is cutting from me
He saw the way I whip he had
To put his trust into me
My belly used to rumble had to
Put some lunch into me
And now it's adding up I told the
Waitress "I ain't into the salad stuff"
Cook my steak right and bring a
Bottle of the flashy stuff
And you can't take my bitch cause'
She ain't with the tacky stuff
And niggas know it's Patten Gang
We're with the scatty stuff
I'm ridin' with a sentence I
Ain't with the lackey stuff
And niggas better move clear
If Mello has had enough
And you can't even flex on me
Cause' you ain't had enough
I've eaten 4 times today and
You ain't had ah lunch

This is London
Let me show you bout the city life
I riding in my foreign car
I'm wit ah city spice
I got ah Country-Phone
My nigga got ah City-Line
One video and now they're telling
Me the city's mine
We do our own ting, I don't even pree dem
I was 8-een, I was sliding in dat BM
And now I'm 22 and model's slidin' in my DM
You barely touch the surface while I'm
Slidin' in the deep end