LA to London (feat. Gab3)
(Bitch, I feel like Fish Narc)
(BetterOffDead, nigga)
I try to keep my head up
Girls in the-
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (Head up)
Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up)
Get off my dick (Hatin' ass mo'fucker)
I'm tryna get my bread up (Bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always fucked up (Fucked up)
All black for you (All black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you)
Love in Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I got Gucci, I got Prada, got Louis on my bomber
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna call her
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna phone her
Runnin' up a check, yeah, like I was a runner
Now I'm rollin' blunts, yeah, yeah, sold out
Now I'm goin' up, yeah, yeah, no doubt
That I'm the one, yeah, yeah, roll loud
Now I'm in the truck, yeah, yeah
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (Head up)
Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up)
Get off my dick (Hatin' ass mo'fucker)
I'm tryna get my bread up (Bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always fucked up (Fucked up)
All black for you (All black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you)
Love in Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
Ooh, girl, why you frontin'? (Girl, why you frontin'?)
Now we movin' out to London (Movin' out to London)
Stay far from the fuck shit (Stay far from the fuck shit)
Catch flights like it's nothin', yeah
Always countin' up the hundreds (Always countin' up the hundreds)
That's just how we come in (That's just how I come in)
I was faded at the function (At the function)
Now we goin' out to London (Goin' out to London)
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (Head up)
Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up)
Get off my dick (Hatin' ass mo'fucker)
I'm tryna get my bread up (Bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always fucked up (Fucked up)
All black for you (All black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you)
Love in Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
Now we goin' out to London
GothBoiClique
(BetterOffDead, nigga)
I try to keep my head up
Girls in the-
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (Head up)
Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up)
Get off my dick (Hatin' ass mo'fucker)
I'm tryna get my bread up (Bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always fucked up (Fucked up)
All black for you (All black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you)
Love in Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I got Gucci, I got Prada, got Louis on my bomber
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna call her
She was tryna call me, I don't wanna phone her
Runnin' up a check, yeah, like I was a runner
Now I'm rollin' blunts, yeah, yeah, sold out
Now I'm goin' up, yeah, yeah, no doubt
That I'm the one, yeah, yeah, roll loud
Now I'm in the truck, yeah, yeah
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (Head up)
Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up)
Get off my dick (Hatin' ass mo'fucker)
I'm tryna get my bread up (Bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always fucked up (Fucked up)
All black for you (All black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you)
Love in Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
Ooh, girl, why you frontin'? (Girl, why you frontin'?)
Now we movin' out to London (Movin' out to London)
Stay far from the fuck shit (Stay far from the fuck shit)
Catch flights like it's nothin', yeah
Always countin' up the hundreds (Always countin' up the hundreds)
That's just how we come in (That's just how I come in)
I was faded at the function (At the function)
Now we goin' out to London (Goin' out to London)
Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
I try to keep my head up (Head up)
Girls in the whip (Girls in the whip)
I pop a pill, I'm fed up (Fed up)
Get off my dick (Hatin' ass mo'fucker)
I'm tryna get my bread up (Bread up)
I left a bitch (I left a bitch)
That's why I'm always fucked up (Fucked up)
All black for you (All black for you)
In the back for you (In the back for you)
Count stacks for you (Count stacks for you)
Love in Los Angeles (Los Angeles)
Now we goin' out to London
GothBoiClique
Credits
Writer(s): Gustav Ahr, Benjamin Friars Funkhouser, Adam Saini, Gabriel Rousseau
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