london style

 

They do anything for cloud (Bitch)

Fuck Chela

(It's Kos finger, baby)

He ain't on shit

You know the mandem are coming

(They do anything for cloud)

(They do anything for cloud)

(Pow)

 

Can't even speak english and you're dissin'

Catch Chela, he's gonna go missin'

In love with Notti, stop the simpin'

This AK will have him limpin'

If I see a baguette I'ma burn it

I'm in France and I'm purgin'

Spinnin Paris with no permit

I got here 'cause i earned it

 

You got here off some cosplay

Like bro, are you gay?

I'll make you run like Tay-K

In London we don't play games

We just get straight to the splashin'

Stop dissin' deads, stop the cappin'

In fact, just stop rappin'

 

(Like fuck that shit, never heard that shit, Edotty here)

What a fuck is a Chela? Nigga we gonn' clap you

Mentionin' deads, it's a way you get pack too

Try to push up on me, I'ma clap you

We givin' belt on the ass and on them raps

And them niggas ain’t never get active

And on hots cause them niggas be cappin'

Spinnin' trough Paris, try'na catch a body

See lil’ Chela, he get in with Notti

And I'm smoking his deads, so that boy can get active

RPT buggin', you know shit get tragic

If y’all want me, come find me in traffic

Looking like Notti, nigga i might stab you

Try'na be OY, nigga you a fan

Stay in your place, that shit can get you banned

 

(Aight is Dopey Kid from the south)

Chela is a fucking idiot

I don't even know why he talk on bro

Stop cappin' on that fucking net'

You really gonn' rise some smoke

Chela is a fuckin' idiot and his mum a fucking hoe

Don't make me back my shots

I'm pushing you on fuckin' on floor

 

Can't even speak english and you're dissin'

Catch Chela, he's gonna go missin'

In love with Notti, stop the simpin'

This AK will have him limpin'

If I see a baguette I'ma burn it (grah-grah)

I'm in France and I'm purgin' (grah-grah boom nigga is that Phil Tk)

Spinnin Paris with no permit (word to my death nigga suck my dick)

I got here 'cause i earned it

 

And im back on my shit, lookin' for lil chela

Nigga keep dissin flock him any weather

Brodie keep hawking totin a baretta

Like spinnin thru paris niggas got me fed up

Ayo cinz what we on?

I’mma flick him hit em til he gone

Wanna be notti he gon’ meet the lord like ima Keep poking leave em at store

Bop, bop, Che-Chela you better just stop

Bop, bop, je suis a Paris petit gar

Arrete, Arrete

Pe-petit garçon de moi qu'est-ce que tu fais

R-runnin' with bro feelin', Why pulled up?

If i don't got to pocke

Put him right to bed

 

(Bop, bop, Chela you better just stop)

(Bop, bop, je suis a Paris petit gar)

(Arrete, arrete, de-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne aaah)

(Gah, gang gang gang nigga)