[Intro: Lil Gotit]
(We got London on da Track)
I'm on the way after this song, girl

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
I got murder on my fuckin' melon (Tell 'em free Melly)
Young n***a ways like I'm Melly (Tell 'em free Melly)
Pull up shootin' out the box Chevy
If I fuck her good, she gon' telly-telly (Let's go)
In her chest like her name Congestion (Beat it up)
And I'm geeked up, runnin' 'round the lobby
Oh, yeah, I'm up, boy, these n***as can't stop me
I'm dodgin' 12 and these paparazzi

[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
Hood baby, get your stain bust (Free Melly)
Hand on the money, got my chain bust (Woo)
Wrist flood, rain bust (Wrist flood)
Whole YSL, they dangerous
I'm screamin' free Melly from London (Slatt)
On the phone with London
Gotta keep a gun room
Fell in love with blue hundreds
I'm dodgin' 12 for Melly (Ooh)
Keep a hundred bricks, yeah, in the Chevy (Woah)
They keep talkin' crazy (Woah, woah)
Might piss on a bitch, R. Kelly (Ooh)
VV's on my neck stay nasty (Swing)
I'm from another planet (Yeah)
That broke shit, cannot stand it (Okay)
That life I live outstanding (Woah)
[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
I got murder on my fuckin' melon
Young n***a ways like I'm Melly
Pull up shootin' out the box Chevy
If I fuck her good, she gon' telly-telly
In her chest like her name Congestion
And I'm geeked up, runnin' 'round the lobby
Oh, yeah, I'm up, boy, these n***as can't stop me
I'm dodgin' 12 and these paparazzi

[Verse 2: Polo G]
I might paint the i8 red 'cause they know how I bleed
Ridin' late night in Cali, stomp the gas and jump my speed
My young n***as play with them burners, they been tryna score for that lead
I was sellin' dope on that corner, used to post up like Embiid
Shit changed when I left the county, ain't looked back since I got freed
God said that I'm the chosen one, I told Him I agree
Tremani, that's my first child, gon' give him the world, 'cause that's my seed
Tryna see ten figures like Hov, a hundred M's is all I need, mmh, mmh-mmh

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
I got murder on my fuckin' melon
Young n***a ways like I'm Melly
Pull up shootin' out the box Chevy
If I fuck her good, she gon' telly-telly
In her chest like her name Congestion
And I'm geeked up, runnin' 'round the lobby
Oh, yeah, I'm up, boy, these n***as can't stop me
I'm dodgin' 12 and these paparazzi