The London Open Lyrics

This ain't fake or fiction, trigger finger itching Telling me to lay low, no I'm on a mission

Only motherfucker turn his basement to a kitchen This what happen when you give a thug no supervision

Look real closely, I'm teaching y'all to motion Getting kinda rusty, boy, you losing to corrosion

In this game of chess, got you with the london open In this game of chess, got you with the london open

Yup, I've awoken, blue purple two-tone Can't you see it's frozen

I'ma drop a new song, hope that it goes in They told me to go long, tell em that I'm open

Bitch, with this or that or nothing Wait till I respawn, you gon' catch a suntan

Collecting my recon, lay back with my Ray-Bans You ain't on what we on, just letting you know, man

This ain't fake or fiction, trigger finger itching Telling me to lay low, no I'm on a mission

Only motherfucker turn his basement to a kitchen This what happen when you give a thug no supervision

Look real closely, I'm teaching y'all to motion Getting kinda rusty, boy, you losing to corrosion

In this game of chess, got you with the london open In this game of chess, got you with the london open