[Intro]
Ayy, oh, oh, oh, oh
(We got London on the track)
Bop, bop, bop
(I'm from London, got my beat from London)
Oh yeah

[Chorus]
He think he a leader, he think he an activist
Bro sippin' that Wock' or he sippin' that Activis
Brodie got the Glock, you know that he clappin' it
Run up on your bitch, n***a, I be mackin' it
You shippin' the static, n***a, gotta package it
You talkin' that shit, ha, I'm flaggin' it
You talkin' that shit, I don't know
I'm fuckin' your bitch, she won't leave me alone

[Verse]
Boy, I peep you movin' slow
Boy, I peep you peep my moves
[?] coming soon
Tryna hop on the wave, n***a, you ain't new
Opp n***as tryna copy what I'm on
Monkey see, monkey do, n***a like my son
I don't wanna be a player, n***a, Big Pun
But I had to play you n***as like Big Pun
Think this rap shit is fun? Nah, this rap shit ain't fun
N***as gon' say you switched up, you ain't do nothing wrong
You better get busy, n***a, only busy n***as with me, n***a
I just counted up bands, like fifty, n***a
Too much racks in my jeans, don't fit me, n***a
Too much racks in my jeans, yeah
Had to get a new pair now
Feelin' like I'm somewhere, n***a, goin' up, lots of stans now
Anybody, get the flare now
Boy, you on top, yeah, where now?
I'm fuckin' a thot, don't care, oh
I keep me a TEC, go bling-baow (Yeah)
[Chorus]
He think he a leader, he think he an activist
Bro sippin' that Wock' or he sippin' that Activis
Brodie got the Glock, you know that he clappin' it
Run up on your bitch, n***a, I be mackin' it
You shippin' the static, n***a, gotta package it
You talkin' that shit, ha, I'm flaggin' it
You talkin' that shit, I don't know
I'm fuckin' your bitch, she won't leave me alone

[Verse]
Boy, I peep you movin' slow
Boy, I peep you peep my moves
[?] coming soon
Tryna hop on the wave, n***a, you ain't new
Opp n***as tryna copy what I'm on
Monkey see, monkey do, n***a like my son
I don't wanna be a player, n***a, Big Pun
But I had to play you n***as like Big Pun
Think this rap shit is fun? Nah, this rap shit ain't fun
N***as gon' say you switched up, you ain't do nothing wrong
You better get busy, n***a, only busy n***as with me, n***a
I just counted up bands, like fifty, n***a
Too much racks in my jeans, don't fit me, n***a
Too much racks in my jeans, yeah
Had to get a new pair now
Feelin' like I'm somewhere, n***a, goin' up, lots of stans now
Anybody, get the flare now
Boy, you on top, yeah, where now?
I'm fuckin' a thot, don't care, oh
I keep me a TEC, go bling-baow (Yeah)