作词 : London Holmes/Dylan Cleary-Krell/Sergio Kitchens/Artist Dubose/Rodrick Moore

作曲 : London Holmes/Dylan Cleary-Krell/Sergio Kitchens/Artist Dubose/Rodrick Moore

We got London On Da Track

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:

You mad, *****, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith

Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way

I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, **** it 'cause I don't feel the pain

Let a ***** touch my chain, **** it, *****, kill him, **** it, they can take me away

Roddy Rich:

I got my dawgs in this *****, I know they gon' shoot **** up

And my lil' brother turned to a drummer

Walked him outside, now he got the llama

I took that Maybach where the J's at

Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers

All my *****s know run up them numbers

**** it, run up them numbers (Yeah)

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie:

Run up them numbers

OKC, you don't want no thunder

The old Tracy McGrady, the one

OKC, you don't want no thunder, yeah

Christian the sweater

Okay, Christian Dior the sweater

The double R came with the umbrella

When I put the hoodie on, it get realer, yeah

Roddy Ricch:

Put a hundred thousand in my Prada jeans

Got some little homies, got some prodigies

And I spent five hundred on Prada tees

Made it out the projects, poppin' overseas

Shawty gave me sloppy toppy on the seat

I make some cars, you can't cop the fleet

Gotta be an antisocial gangster 'cause the feds watchin' my tweets

You mad, *****, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith

Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way

I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, **** it 'cause I don't feel the pain

Let a ***** touch my chain, **** it, *****, kill him, **** it, they can take me away

I got my dawgs in this *****, I know they gon' shoot **** up

And my lil' brother turned to a drummer

Walked him outside, now he got the llama

I took that Maybach where the J's at

Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers

All my *****s know run up them numbers

**** it, run up them numbers

Gunna {"{"}A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie}:

**** it, I ran up the numbers

Piped up like a plumber

And sold all the bundles (Sold all the bundles)

I paid off the debt to your honor

And went got some commas and commas and commas (Racks)

You let it get to your head, yeah, I remember when you was a runner (You was a runner)

I heard you got snatched by the feds, yeah, say you willin' to tell 'em whatever (Yeah)

{"{"}I still be killin' in projects, even though I been runnin' them numbers up

They used to tell me I'm not next, I'm like look at me now, I'm in front of them

And I just hope you never set me up, my lifestyle too irregular

And I don't know how I'ma trust again, I swear}

Audemars might **** up your eyes, yeah

I bust down a piece of the pie, yeah

I wanna speed off in the car, yeah (Speed off in a car, yeah)

I got a cup full of Hi-Tech

Have a pool party with the posse (Pool party with the posse)

We be the talk of the topic

These **** *****s don't where the drop at (Uh)

They won't want us ridin' in the drophead

And he mad that my ***** got a Masi'

You mad, *****, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith

Got my head to the ceiling, want me in my feelings, only got me feelin' a way

I ain't sayin' I'm addicted, Adderall prescripted, **** it 'cause I don't feel the pain

Let a ***** touch my chain, **** it, *****, kill him, **** it, they can take me away

I got my dawgs in this *****, I know they gon' shoot **** up

And my lil' brother turned to a drummer

Walked him outside, now he got the llama

I took the Maybach where the J's at

Tell my brothers ball a hundred summers

All my *****s know run up them numbers

**** it, run up them numb