Next Up - S4-E6, Pt.2

Lyrics

[Intro: Booter Bee] Play it a bit louder, bro Yeah, yeah, it's calm, it's calm (KD Made It) Yo [Verse] I keep hearin' hella chat, my paigons got hella straps (What?) I know them little tramps I can promise you it's never that (Never) Came up, I was sellin' crack They know I've been to hell and back Hit him with the dots, he would've dropped if the .20 slapped (Bap) Bap, I still slapped his dome out You deserve a slap, if you slide and bring your phones out They took my nigga Jamz out, I felt to smoke the whole town Now I'm in the back, with my pole out I've got respect from gun-play, shootin' guys broad-day 15, I had it on me always (Always) I was ready for anythin' Where's the dingers you sellin' 'em? Buyin' waps, don't bury it, ride-out, shoot melons in Fuck the feds, don't tell 'em shit, always trynna nick my guys (Always) Shootings and drive-by, main road, lettin' bine fly (Bow) That's all I know, while I'm growin' up, take a pic Top floor, me and M, F's what I'm throwin' up (F-Block) F-Block, that's home of the soldiers Fuck the olders, we got war with the olders (Fuck them) We spent hella racks on revolvers (We did) One shot take his head off his shoulders, bow