Yeah, Im on the run
Here I come, Im with your mom
We got London On Da Track
If the opp come, I get to squeezin on the mop
Im on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I dont need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today 
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today 
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent 
Burberry guts what the captain say 
Chanel, she can get a little tab today 
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today 
Might do Balenciaga rags today 
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin out the intercontinental 
Bitch cant wait til my check clear
Bitch gon act like she triller 
Baby tryna trip me outta check 
Nigga tryna pour my red
All a nigga know is take meds
Nigga, stop drinkin my red 
Some of these niggas dont tell the truth
I just sit back and smoke out a pound of weed 
I got rollies galore, aint no clowning me
I got woadies with me speaking Chinese 
I get fed up and throw a catastrophe 
In the drop, me, my dog had em ten key 
Secret service, so everything is touchscreen
I had walked in the loft, didnt insert a key 
Okay, pattycake, baguettes, the karats, no carrot cake 
For Gods sake, stack up your racks, put it all away 
Polish your ass, polish your stomach
And polish your face 
Stack up the cash, go buy Richard Mille, thats all I can say 
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta this and that
Whole lotta aint this 
Whole lotta cash over here, no whole lotta playing 
I spent your stash box on a little Mercedes
I popped at the last opp, and I end up escapin
If the opp come, I get to squeezin on the mop
Im on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I dont need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today 
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today 
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent 
Burberry guts what the captain say 
Chanel, she can get a little tab today 
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today 
My new Balenciaga rags today 
Niggas might kill for biscuits
Trappin out the intercontinental
Bitch cant wait til my check clear
Bitch gon act like she triller
Baby tryna trip me outta check 
Nigga tryna pour my red 
All a nigga know is take meds 
Nigga, stop drinkin my red
Woo, woo, woo, woo woo, Offset!
Fresh off the runway on the run from the cops 
Had to put the money in the stash, let it rot 
Had to get a front to get it poppin at the opps 
Fuckin bitches with my bitch on lock 
Drippin in the Gucci, Gucci, slop, slop 
Put me in the water, swim with the sharks 
Caught a cookie man smokin on smart 
Aston Martin with the seat Pop-Tart 
Get up in the field, yeen got enough heart 
Hunnid thousand have a nigga dad on milk cartons 
Hunnid rounds hangin out the Vince Carter carbon 
Birkin on my bitch, wrist, thats a light 40 
Um, runnin to the money like Gump 
Rolls Royce truck, tailgating out the trunk 
I dont want that bitch, cause that bitch a runt 
Nine zips, I done pod up for lunch 
Get up in the pot, then I punch 
Get up in the mouth, make her grunt 
Fuckin in the fourth down, nigga dont punt 
If we got smoke, lookin for you is a hunt 
Straight up out the bando, the ghetto 
Rest in peace, Pistol, got a halo 
Stayin at the scene, gotta lay low 
Bags Celine, full of pesos 
Tony Montana with the yayo 
I dont got manners with the K, ho 
You are dust when I hit you with the K, roll 
Set snappin on that bih like Fabo 
Stackin up the bands, Lego 
We at ya head, tomato 
Thirty eight slug, potato 
Nigga, dont fold for the say-so 
Yeah, the top of its brown 
Yeah, the middle of its red 
Yeah, she nut by the round
They call it squirtin instead 
Yeah, I like her for real 
We skippin town from the feds 
This codeine on chill 
She wet like a shower head 
Yeah, I came with the drill 
I came with the powers and nails 
I came with the deals 
I came in with hoes like a sled 
Yeah, a rich nigga tilt 
I keep a Rolls Royce in the shed 
Yeah, Im fuckin your neck 
Fore we done got to the bed 
If the opp come, I get to squeezin on the mop
Im on the run, bitch, I just took off on the cops
I dont need a charm, bitch, I need a lawyer in rocks
I got the drum, bitch, bout to connect some of these dots, ayy
I just might hop inside a cab today
Lamborghini Urus, paper tag today 
When I bend the corner, man, the rims bent 
Burberry guts what the captain say 
Chanel, she can get a little tab today 
Fuck around and drop a few bags today
I just might do the whole dash today 
My new Balenciaga rags today 
Im in London, got my beat from London