Young nola - London Lyrics

I'm on that lean heavy, got the K and I'm ready
Young Nola very petty, ridin' round in that Chevy
White girl, her name Kelly, semi hit her in her belly
Know a nigga named Eddie, all these niggas so scary
I'm ridin', I'm coolin', got the chopper, I'm shootin
What? Yeah, young Nola, hot boy, look
Keep a tool on deck, niggas know I keep a Mac
Carry N.O. on my back, young Nola fresh to death, fresh to death
With a jean jacket, young Nola keep a ratchet
Put a nigga in the casket, dead body with some maggots
Pistol on my side, p-p-pistol on my side
Young Nola bout to ride, let me do a drive-by
Killed her son last night, now I'm bout to watch her cry
Got a pretty redbone , young Nola so fly
I'm a big dawg, I'm a heavyweight
Got my pants low, like I'm Kevin Gates
Louisiana Tony Montana
Got that Draco and that Tec, kill his momma in Atlanta
Got some fresh J's on with a T-shirt
I'm the predator, you the dessert
I'm from that jungle, That K, make him stumble
Beat that boy up, he humble, now I ditch him in the tunnel
Let the king talk, nigga, let the king talk
Got the pistol, let it bark, young Nola, let it walk
Jackie chain, rush hour, nigga, at the Trump Tower
Got the white, that's that flower, I'm a boss, got the power
Young Nola out here thugging with a big ole chopper
I'm a, I'm a go and kill his mama
Yeah, young Nola got a chopper
What, what, what, young Nola got a chopper
I'm a go and kill his mama
Young Nola out here talking with a big old chopper
Young boy at the doctor, ain't no running
These niggas know, I go, retarded
Smokin' on that Bob Marley
Faggot nigga, he a Barbie
Rob a nigga, kill him, shortly
Where I'm from is an army
If you wanna play games Nola got a perfect aim
K hit him in his brain
Been that nigga since a youngin
Let me go and count that money
Why you niggas actin' funny
I'ma barbecue his brain
Bust down, Johnny Dang
Young Nola, he a hot boy
Yeah, you see them flames
Look, young Nola out here thuggin
Nigga put me on a song
Been a beast since a youngin
Homie comin' off the dome
Got a big booty, yellow bone
Go and get my phone
Got the chopper on the back seat
Nigga, where my throne
Young Nola make a nigga have a seizure
Set it off Queen Latifah, young
Nola, he the Reaper, redbone
She'll keeper pants sagging' dickie fit
Young Nola on, bourbon
Got the cutter on my side
So you know I'm going lurking
If I see him, then I got him
Young Nola, stay wildin
On my side, it's a problem
Young Nola out here thuggin
With a big ole chopper
I'ma, I'ma go and kill his mama
Young Nola got a chopper
What, what, what
I'ma go and kill his mama
Young Nola got a chopper
Now I'm goin' kill his mama
Young Nola got a chopper
What
Yeah, that boy at the doctor
Ain't no runnin'
504, murder capital
Nigga, you already know, nigga
Ya, heard me New Orleans
Ya heard me, wodie
What, what, what, what
Young Nola got a chopper
He at, the doctor
What
Nigga, I ain't no runnin