Next Up - S4-E6, Pt.1

Lyrics

[Intro] KP Beatz Ayo, Sinner, that sounds mad [Verse] They got the nerve to ask what I done Wake up, I'm the reason you nerds get bun Two waps, move back when the corn gets buss Everyone's gonna dash when the corn gets flung (Facts) Most of the guys been nicked for shootings Free GetRound, really bussed his gun (Free bro) Everyone in my set gets active If it's not waps then shanks get swung (Swing) Pop man's lung when we pop them doors Rambo, flick knifes, and zombie swords One in the dots will pellet his wig Wake up the neighbours if I crash this four's (Bah) This three shot pump lift man off the floor (Live it) There's no point trynna burst off blanks Post them party fliers on snap, I'll slap that pole and ruin your plans (Hahaha) We're known to ruin their functions Gang step 'round the estate, jumpin' Six shot pumpy, different slugs in Skid past the party, everyone's cuttin' (They're gone) You don't wanna get smoked like he did Chest shot, belly shot, left him leakin' Two in the neck, how the fuck's he breathin'? (How?) That chest shots should've shred him to pieces (Strip) Any opps on the glide, I'll reveal it Lock it, load it, drive-by squeezin' (Bah, bah) Tape off the 5 when we light up Deighton Do it like Michael, beat it, beat it (Beat it) Then it's straight back to business Fans wanna know how the mandem's livin' Dirty bandos, crackheads pinnin' Crashin' corn out them stolen dingers (Bow) I hate these firearm officers (I hate them) Saw my drillers and took my hitters (Free the guys) And they took man's dotty as well The followin' week, copped a .45 spinner (Big ting) Let me box two dottz from the block It breaks in three, and it's got two triggers They say beef is for broke boys only Five waps, minimum five figures (Racks) [Outro: GetRound] Free me, free all the guys, man Straight facts, come on G-R, GetRound Bring your skengs out or get stretched out