Next Up?

Lyrics

[Intro: Pumpz] Beats by Yamaica Productions, baby 9th Street the team, bitch [Chorus: Rzo Munna] Don't talk about drilling I'm ridin' out for siblings That's me and Soze twinnin' Jump out the whizzup and kidnap niggas G1 grab bows and whip it Whilst he's tryin' tell the young G "Cling it" Heard that opp got chinged, like I don't really know who did it [Verse 1: Rzo Munna] I'm baffed, now where the paigons at? Why you mad? I ain't gon' add you on Snap Bitch you ain't even got back, bitch get back Why you so close? Only put trust in me and my phone Dumb thot, don't give drops on the opps Tell that lil' bitch go home Straight militant ting That's me, Mills, N90 jump out on a drilling and ting Dot-dot when I'm feeling my skin Dot-dot when I aim and burst I remember when we used to argue who's aiming first Now it's just takin' turns Opp block like take that turn Catch a opp then a opp get touched Take that as a lesson learnt Corn fly out they duck Or head backs get burnt I'm the kind that makes you leave your bredrins They want me on the wing like Lennon But I'm still in the field with tekkers [Verse 2: Pumpz] You can't shot a food that's a stain bro Buy straight job like it's Play-Doh Then I hit the block in the same clothes Like if the trap's hot, hit the main road Still I slide out from the jakes though 'Cah they locked off all my main bros Them boys rubbed out like a blister I'm in your sister, call me mister While I'm backstrappin' my Rizla Niggas time trapped doin' same stuff No handouts so I came up You could never be in my lane, cuz If you with the usman you losin' I'm with Jamzo in the four door and we cruisin' Blowin' loud back to my music While she's down movin' all fruity I like a light ting with a slim waist and a booty You and pumpy, that's a movie Brown [?], that's my flass I been there once, I ain't even tryna go back I'm with Milly so I can trap That's why there's bags under my eyes I'm posted up in the 9 with a whole load of guys, no wonder why they don't ride [Verse 3: Rzo Munna] I don't do swagger, I do trapfit, I'm a trapper Or put smoke in that wapper, if it's not Mills then it's Takka I leave man itched up, like how many man got dipped up? Try run and got tripped up Hand out a ching like a picture And then they start bitching when really they shoulda got chinging All now the opps still losing, so you ain't gotta ask who's winning There ain't no medals, but all of them boy know levels Baby, she cute, she hold my shell, she hold my pebbles This life that I live is mental Bitch boy sword, samurais and pedals Jump off my bike, inject my knife, make big man seckle This life that I live is eventful, ding-dong whips or do it in rentals Still couldn't give a toss, if the whip be hot see and opp then turn it N90, fill it and burst it Reason all of the opps be nervous Like, all of the talk is cheap, you don't see that light if I close your curtains Or I'm outside yards with the big dot-dot burstin' through curtains No aim, just burstin' I thought I already told them drilling rehearsing [Verse 4: Pumpz] Really do this while these other niggas wan' doubt me Hit the m-way, bare skrr skrr in that Audi Packs flying, get pebbled up then outied These opps really ain't levelling Broadday, man, I pepper him 9 block what I'm telling 'em The other niggas be irrelevant Tell us who we ain't better than They locked half my gang 'cah you know my niggas be selling 'em She sucks much, you know the light bitch can't be celibate On my 24/7 shit, in and out of that bando I feed my young G 'cause he put work in them backroads Strap black like Jango Free G Bell, that's gang, though Like anything that your nigga's got, we've had those Free my bro Zees, man, it ain't long 'til he's back home Still we keep tings moving I see blue lights in my rear view and I'm bootin' 'Cause I ain't tryna go back there, I swear that's a loose ting They say "White punks", for my mumzy's why I do this I want a white Benz with the seats red, all roofless With the batch pad for my 9 boys just to cool in