Next Up - S2-E12 (Mixtape Madness Presents)

Lyrics

[Intro] Ghosty ZachBeats [Verse 1] I got a Rambz on me and it come from Barking They say that my lifestyle come like a movie, shank on set and this shotgun starring Big bros stays hungry for beef, kidnapped him an opp, so he won't stay starving Uh, I'm like fuck Affiliates, I might just jeet that Asian darling Small hand ting in the glove compartment It's called bando living, I might pull up on yards and blast 'em Was a broad day drilling, clean headshot, coming like some marksmen I got cats on my line and it's jarring, guns in the whip tell bro dem park it I seen YJ scrape that pyrex, pass that bowl and it came back sparkling Big bro let it go like Elsa but it don't make no sound like Ferb All these man wanna snitch like Candace so I gotta watch when I say these words She said come inside like Mickey, jeet then I'm out, can't trust these birds Never gotta talk 'bout drillings, it's all on net bro, I know that you've heard I gotta deal with cats like Tom, got me feeling like Jerry I tell an opp good luck like Charlie cah I got corn in the mash already Them boys cowards like Courage, you better hope that I aim for bellys Big rambos all came in three, lowkey diff, Ed, Ed, Eddy I might chop man up then bag his corpse, come like your local butcher All my guys never come off road, 2-4-7, local hookers I got weight in this JD bag, white and the brown, put that on the cooker I put both in biscuit tins, I pray that mother don't mix it with sugar Couldn't give a fuck about loved ones, I might smoke mans mum like Bambi Watch them leave their block, hop that fence when I bang that machine So gassed when I got that re, dishing out food, coming like school canteens Peep when I grab that pole, hop out the whip and they ran like Santry All of this brown in the trap, you'd think I'd be yelling Wakanda forever I got things in the block man, it's pepper, shotty came long, but I'm into whatever Bro-bro tried pass me the hand ting, wait one sec, let me put on my leather Couldn't give a fuck about opps, they beefing with me but ain't seeing no cheddar I told BS to file that down, corn came too fat like Uncle Phil I warned my cats that blood gon' spill if they don't pay up or spend mans bills Remember that day Shegz grabbed that sammy, would've got peak, had to tell bro chill Don't watch how I sound on tracks 'cause you know that your boy reps Irish drill Pull up to your block like kunjani, akh, two-two shanks on waist, or the spin ting stays right by me Like, how you gonna chat that wass, when I called your phone and you were overseas Very important pole, I call this mans VIP, how the fuck can they ride on me? Got a samurai sword in my bitches yard, big dog on my hands like Clifford One more word and I let that bark, how many times have I punched man up? I don't know why these opp boys talk [?] And I love my Bruce like Willis, really tryna make these opps die hard