L.O.N.D-Boy

[Hook] I'ma L.O.N.D-Boy (repeat) [Verse 1: G-Frsh] I’m a L.O.N D-Boy Yeah I’m a hustler On top of the work don’t ask what I’m under Ten good years got my pockets all pumped up Now I make man retire like a puncture Sittin somewhere in South Gettin money by the thousands If money really talks then my nigga I’m shouting Buff ting browning passenger seat pouting Dentist the way that I feel I need crowning Drew her from West like Khalifa Cah every D-Boy needs a diva Even if you were a hottie couldn’t beat cuz Cah you just pretend ballers FIFA L.O.N D-Boy fitting when I brick lay two chains Fly even when I look plain Yeah you’re looking at a pilot I give you the programme to next years fly shit Tell 'em I'ma [Hook] [Verse 2: Krept] All around the money and a few girls I sea-food so I eat well If I get head I won’t tell She wanna run train cah we keep it rail See me with a hot chick, so fine Wanna give me brain but I don’t mind No we don’t queue, my circle don’t line Get it? Queue. Circle. Don’t line Left him in hospital, I ain’t got patience Everybody back up nobody can save him Might see my dawgs on a rage ting Two fours if they ate him So stop hyping up, word to the princess you don’t wanna di-an-a Cause I’m fly as fuck, got hoes on me like a fire truck [Hook] I’m a L.O.N D-Boy (repeat) [Verse 3: Konan] You already know who Used to see weed now it’s sand bags and boat shoes In the mirror thinking how them sundays are old news Get it? Mirror. Sundays. Old news Cause everything we do is a piss take I take your girl call that a mis-take So I ain’t mad that my ex are gone Its their loss, I’m in sick shape I ain’t got a house but I’ll bet you she’ll let me Cut and then beat always have me gettin sweaty Oh well don’t be getting out your shell Or my don’ll pull the pump out over something petty You get me, surrounded by winners They say life’s short what you talkin bout Willis Even at the trap I’m still giving out pictures Listening to Frenchie tryna get her out her knickers [Hook] I’m a L.O.N D-Boy (repeat)