text: Uh
  Yeah
  Oh, thats London On Da Track, run that shit back
  We got London On Da Track
  Swervin’
  How you look so perfect on your worst days?
  Double C your purses, you deserve it
  Niggas in your DM, they be thirsty , and in person
  But youre curvin
  Curvy little body, love your surface 
  Yeah, I’m all on your body, make you nervous
  I like the way you keep up with your earnings
  Yeah, its okay, cause you swervin
  I fuck you from the back and leave you turnin 
  The type to make you feel like Im so worth it 
  Blame my ex, that bitch, she did me dirty 
  Had me fall in love and then she curved me
  New Louboutin, you would think I’m bleedin’ from my toes
  Dick all inside of you, make you freeze, make you pose
  I want you to get up on your knees and your toes
  I see one of my enemies, they gon freeze like they cold
  I swear I ain’t no killer, but test me if you want
  You dont want my adrenaline rushin, leave me alone 
  So much shit up on my mind, I cant think, yeah
  All my niggas rock designer like they scream 
  Got the AP covered, diamonds with baguettes, yeah
  I thought everything was right, that’s when you left, yeah
  Swervin 
  How you look so perfect on your worst days? 
  Double C your purses, you deserve it
  Niggas in your DM, they be thirsty , and in person 
  But youre curvin
  Curvy little body, love your surface 
  Yeah, Im all on your body, make you nervous
  I like the way you keep up with your earnings
  Yeah, its okay, you be swervin
  Where these bitches at? Im in the V with the tints
  Got the FN on my body and the clip on hollow tips
  Niggas say they gon rob me and they still aint do shit
  Catch her waitin in the lobby, Ima give her this dick
  Man, where these niggas at? Man, where these niggas at?
  We gon pull up big bodies with the Rugers in the back
  I got Rugers and the MACs, pump leave a nigga flat
  Talkin hot, we spin the block, we gon leave him where he at
  Like, where these niggas at? Ayy, where these niggas at?
  Ima pull up in the big body with the fuckin MAC
  If the opps try to turn my song off, run it back
  Used to have the pack in my long johns, now I rap
  If a nigga wanna act out, got the MAC out
  I aint got no fuckin back-up, thats a man down
  I aint got the fuckin forty, knock his teeth out
  Spin back with the Ruger, air the block out
  Swervin 
  How you look so perfect on your worst days? 
  Double C your purses, you deserve it
  Niggas in your DM, they be thirsty , and in person 
  But youre curvin
  Curvy little body, love your surface 
  Yeah, Im all on your body, make you nervous
  I like the way you keep up with your earnings
  Yeah, its okay, cause you swervin
  The way that I live my life is amazing
  Back to back big bodies, no more dreams, yeah
  So much shit up on my mind, I couldnt think, yeah
  All my niggas rock designer like they scream, yeah
  Got the AP covered, diamonds with baguettes, yeah
  Say my name in your song and its lit, yeah
  Been waiting for a nigga like this, yeah
  We got London On Da Track