Next Up - S3-E11

Lyrics

[Intro] SRB separation confirmed, coming up on staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds Carns Hill Production [Verse] He don't know 'bout broad day drillings He don't know 'bout backroad chingings On the back of the moped pillions Slap on the mains, bare scared civilians I need a cupcake just like Kipling Sweet on top, yeah, the skin come different Bro tryna get rich through fishings Stolen whip, that's an opp block mission And the drillers, they're realest For the G's I put corn in spinners I'm in NP chillin' with drillers You're addin' the K, get done by sinners In the T dishin' out raw dinners A young nigga's handlin' business Why you think the CID hate us? Young niggas kill opps, get money, fuck bitches Me and my crew's like Scooby Doo When we're ridin' out it's a mystery with the machine Tryna catch these yutes And if I chat loose I'm doomed The meddlin' kids get my bit boomed I used to bump that queue I ain't waitin' for food Gov' askin' "Who are you?" AK from the 6 or 22 Tell me, what have I got to prove? I ain't been shot or stabbed, so I definitely don't wanna look like you I couldn't walk a day in an opper's shoes, it's dreadful beefin' my goons Leave no clues when we're slidin' through, only truth what I spit on my tunes R6 done said it, the mandem's rude I'm like Dennis the Menace society See, the medicine I prescribe you cannot buy in your pharmacy Baby gyal wanna wine and dine what waste of time, no chemistry 365 I be on my grind, every day of the week I'm lickin' fiends Magic in the park, no Nanny McPhee Shotgun burst it, I ain't that nervous That's why I hold it steady Any drill man's done is on purpose Aim at his head, neck, chest or belly And late night lurkin' murder on my mind like YNW Melly Double-tap in the back of the German, ZK on my hip man's armed and ready This rusty's an ugly Betty Fry head back, back, no Kentucky There there mana bill them bruckies But this hand ting's gonna slap off honey Mum preachin' and say "Lovely" Please roll safe, 'cah the streets ain't funny I'm too hungry I can't be bunny So money haffi mek upsuh, that's country You'll get cooked like FBG, recorder didn't see what the mandem dump off Opp thots gonna custard cream, best duck if I see their rass on the opp block Late nights I be sippin' that lean, sprite and codeine for my niggas that are long gone Couple man try beef the team, did a [?] with the ching-chong Thameside had alarm bells ringin', legal visit I sat there sittin' A opp came through, assault nickin' Of course I wanna ride that basic pigeon Stupid governer women, took my television cah man's on drillings Not gonna swear, I'm out still piffin' Dank on the wing, Lil S get billin' Free Drippa Dan, weren't part of the plan But fam, it is what it is If I buss in this music ting or invest in bling, put smoke on strips Bad bitch what you do with them lips Lick, spit, suck on my tip She said "AK can you buy me drip?" I said "No way" like bitch, you wish