London’s Calling

Lyrics

[Intro: Post Diddy and Skrapz] Yo, who's that? Big boy Skrapz, the one and only Fam where are you? Northwest Say nothing, you gonna hold me down? [Verse 1: Skrapz] Boom No days off, I ain't got time to relax No sidetracks, I ain't got time for all of that I'm in a 4x4, two pipes at the back Dippin' in and out of lanes through the tiniest gaps I've got killers in my contacts One hand sign, that's a done deal, no contracts I've got a household name that stay ringing bells It isn't hard to tell that I'm doing well A wholesale, cook crack 'till my clothes smell And if it all goes well by the end of the year, then I'm gone, I ain't going into detail Pent houses and females Whole top floor's full of goons, bad bitches and weed smell I got shooters around me with big Desert Eagles I'm basically paid like it's legal And all they need is a reason, trust [Interlude: Post Diddy and Avelino] Yo Yo Who's that? It's V Yo cuzzy, where are you? I'm in a mad place right now Stop playing cuz man where are you North You gonna hold me down? [Verse 2: Avelino] Reporting life from the border where it's borderline Insane, I go insane, I get bored of lines But I'm tryna kill it until I'm immortalised Still tryna get a mortgage, man I'm mortified Cause no one ever taught me 'bout credit, but Credit to myself, go getters go and get it Only diesel I could afford were the denims Now I'm in my diesel feeling gassed, unleaded Drive got me this, tryna feel alive got me this New Rollie, make time for me, bitch I'm a hustler, I grind for me bitch Buss down make you buss it open, shine for me bitch I'm a star now Never got a look-in, I'm looking at yards now I'm in hypebeast, nigga calm down You ain't got a leg to stand on, put them arms down [Interlude: Post Diddy and Asco] Yo Yo what's up? Who's that? Big Mulli Yo cuzzy, where are you? My phone's moving meady, where are you? LF, East side Hold me down [Verse 3: Asco] Look, it's big As from the East side, how ya livin'? I'm in the trap where the cats and the mice livin' Big foreigns, any time you see me whipping I stays in the trap, that's how I mind my business In a dirty kitchen, with the lights flicking Night shifting all night, all the white licking I rap now, they know I'm more than nice with it Ice with it, and I don't write down my lyrics And I don't see no food, I just buy the [?] I straight drop it, bring it back and recycle it And if shorty hella bad I'm re-piping it And I ain't with all the talk, I'm on sight with it The jewels mad, even madder when the lights hit it I take next man's gyal and make them my bitches And I don't spend no time with them I just blow loud packs, get neck and put pipe in them [Interlude: Post Diddy and Loski] Yo Yo, family Who's that? Loose Yo, family, where are you? Harlem, B Where? South Aight, say nuttin', hold me down Gang [Verse 4: Loski] Yeah, they calling me Loose I ain't slipping in the streets, I got a pole when I'm out with my boo Who's brave, ay? Run up on who? I'm in love with designer, drill it in a Canada Goose Harlem, hold it down for the crew I coulda broke my hands bagging weight of this, true 8 dash, but we got about 2 Lack where? Lack where? I got it locked in a shoe Ay banter, skidding in a 4 pipe Oh my, oh my, swag looking mazza Shoulda left the brucky with Amanda But she bag it up 'nuff times, so I thank her Buss on my paigons and they ain't blew back I'm from the South part, Harlem baby, you knew that Stepping in Harrods, my Gucci two bags And my gyal up in Louis, she looking too bad [Interlude: Post Diddy and AJ Tracey] Yo Yo Who's that? AJ, cuzzy, come on Yo, cuzzy, wagwan? What you telling me, I'm in West, man, come on Hold me down I got you, gang [Verse 5: AJ Tracey] It's big G Trace–O, representing West Zone I want all the smoke, ain't got no pressure, gang will press chrome Stretching out these models, back in day I had to stretch O's Independent and I got my pendant looking metro Buss down looking boomin', got your misses groomin' Grey trackie got these pengers on my Insta tryna zoom in Cooly boy I'm coolin' Louboutin shoes in season, bloody bottoms got me boolin' Ladbroke Grove you're groovin' now I'm a lover not a loser, i8 cruiser Fat pussy bruiser, always with a shooter Dailing skatty, stay around in Sammy like Yakuza You're thinking that's your wifey but she gang and she's a chooser Girls, they tryna diss me, but Tracey, I got plenty hoes Slide up on my niggas, leave your rentals catching plenty holes Bloody on this F ting, girls ain't in no Fendi though Got my young strikers making names like Asensio [Outro] The number you have dialed has not been recognised, please check and dial again