Next Up - S4-E39, Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Anarchy Casap, show me what you got RDA Who's next? Who's next? Long time since suttin been dead Ayy, 4orty, run it up [Chorus] Who's next? (Who?) Who's next? (Who?) Long time since suttin' been dead Stuff five in the ride or two in the ped (Skrrt) Heard corn got crashed and it hit him in his head (Dead boy) I'm a reckless banger, my thoughts are red We caught Glendon and we put him to bed (Gone) We rise up quickly, there ain't 'nough said He's dead [Verse] Your bro got chopped and you're taking pictures Better think twice, don't comе to my district Restricted, they pull up both timеs and we flipped it The car ran him off, his head crushed like biscuit (Skrrt) I heard all the rumors, fuck it, I dicked it Lean out the ride, fling corn at his whip kit Catch me, gonna back out this shank, I'm addicted Who's live? (Who?) I'm live Ride 'round four times If you try run away, gotta take out your spine I held it all post to where Chino died Fuck it, can we go cause up a ruckus? Chuckers, the A gang fuck on my mother's Imz wet Blackz, you can say they were brothers I heard it's just cheating, I said, "They were lovers" Don't pull up on me, them lives will be ended I said, "Fuck Perm", bend it (He's dead) He's cheeky, D tryna put him on a pendant (Who?) Heezy, married to the dead like Glendon, really Can't believe the talk, it's wheezy, meady Got a phone call from bro, said, "Free me" Demon, show 'em unless your face on TV I'm really in the field, tell the opps, "Come meet me" Hop out the ride, swing shanks, I ain't ramping (Ching) Camping (Ching), high-five man with the hand ting (Ching, ching) Relapse, I swear he got done up on a gang ting Blackz didn't come out the shop, lil' bastard (Dickhead) He already got done by a Spartan, 'rarted Now he's a rapper, you know he ain't charting (Never) Click-clack, blast him, wan' him Rise up the machine and empty the cartridge Blackz got wet (True), **** got wet (True) ****'s wet (True), **** got wet **** batch, they both got wet (That's true) LD rose it in front of the MET (My nigga) Screw is a marksman, the dotties is best DoRoad got slapped, man, he should've been dead (Boy) Trap too shiesty, take all your bread Trap too shiesty, take all your bread [Chorus] Who's next? (Who?) Who's next? (Who?) Long time since suttin been dead (Dead boy) Stuff five in the ride or two in the ped Heard corn got crashed and it hit him in his head I'm a reckless banger and my thoughts are red (Mh-hmm) We caught Glendon and we put him to bed We rise up quickly, there ain't nuttin said He's dead