Lil Gotit ft. Polo G - Free Melly Lyrics

(We got London on da Track)
I'm on the way after this song, girl

I got murder on my fuckin' melon (tell 'em free Melly)
Young nigga ways like I'm fuckin' Melly (tell 'em free Melly)
Pull up shootin' out the box Chevy
If I fuck her good, she gon' telly-telly let's go)
It's in her chest, make a nigga jealous (beat it up)
And I'm geeked up, runnin' 'round the lobby
Oh, yeah, I'm up, boy, these niggas can't stop me
I'm duckin' 12 and these paparazzi

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
Fell in love with blue hundreds
I'm duckin' 12 for Melly (ooh)
Keep a hundred bricks, yeah, in the Chevy (whoa)
They keep talkin' crazy (whoa, whoa)
Might piss on a bitch, R. Kelly (ooh)
VV's on my neck, stainless (swing)
I'm from another planet (yeah)
That broke shit, cannot stand it (okay)
That life I live outstanding (whoa)

I got murder on my fuckin' melon
Young nigga ways like I'm Melly
Pull up shootin' out the box Chevy
If I fuck her good, she gon' telly-telly
In her chest, make a nigga jealous
And I'm geeked up, runnin' 'round the lobby
Oh, yeah, I'm up, boy, these niggas can't stop me
I'm duckin' 12 and these paparazzi

I might paint the Audi red 'cause they know how I bleed
Ridin' late night in Cali, stomp the gas, bitch, up my speed
My young niggas 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
True Money, 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

I got murder on my fuckin' melon
Young nigga ways like I'm Melly
Pull up shootin' out the box Chevy
If I fuck her good, she gon' telly-telly
In her chest, make a nigga jealous
And I'm geeked up, runnin' 'round the lobby
Oh, yeah, I'm up, boy, these niggas can't stop me
I'm duckin' 12 and these paparazzi