Next Up - S3-E19

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] Ten mob Ekayy made this [Verse 1: KayyKayy] Still takin' trips where they lost their homie (We used to lurk) Used to jump out cars, no need to reverse it Purge it, skate from the police (Skrr) I weren't lonely, I did that shit four deep If I slide through estates, put a name to your face, I'mma shoot like Tony With Kaz talkin' my little friend My daughters in the ride, talkin' My Little Pony Zee said, "Don't give no verb' on the net" I laughed, like, "Come on, my showski" Brodie got that block lit just like a saiyan These bells woulda got down Broly (Bubush) This brown and peng wanna know me Her caramel friend wanna be my trophy Shoulda done that shit in my Nike Air Fleece Really burnt my Goose and Stoney (Fuck) Accomplished drillings, no aborted missions Still run up in traps just to see these funds (That's facts) Rise that Glock, get bun or stay with the .9 like Kojo Funds (You know) Circle flats, can't see no opps on the map, but I see Times 1 Times 2 said, "Why they gotta lie 'bout the golden boot?" Not if I got the golden glove [Verse 2: ND] Bells come fat, Big Narstie Step in the 2, leave everythin' nasty (Splash) Step in the vibe, Bully B got bine Be nice, 'cah gang love lockin' off parties (Bow) G-check yutes, don't care if I'm rude ND needs to know if you're good like Lani Splashed up Nattz in front of his barbie Insert that and twist like car keys Wish I had mine when Ramz got slapped Gang put a boy to sleep, LOL, donny had more than a nap (Dead) Bones gon' crunch like Pringles (Ching) I see donny just got his hair done Spin it and fling it at my man singles (Bow) Really tryna leave man crippled (Bow) Folks don't know how to bruck that dots Ay, pass it my nigga, it's simple Didn't your friend get slapped by the pistol? I was in the kwayest spot, no pimple 'til I got put in a cell, no sickle [Verse 3: Bully B] My runner got nicked with my pack and a Rambo So he's in the bando scrapin' prof' He put the whole thing under the water Now I'm at the Pyrex, savin' Josh Bully B, I took L's but I made it back You ain't really in the trap if you ain't takin' loss Twelve wraps for a 9 of yola No mediocre youngest boss In the 9 where four got shanked So I gotta give thanks to my window smasher Mumzy still tryna ask what I do I told her "I'm a full time rapper" If only she knew I was servin' kits And leanin' out whips with a loaded hammer Buck feds, discharge these bells I ain't goin' back jail with Sparkz and Salah [Part II] [Verse 1: Bully B] This wap gettin' rose like Amber No banter if I press this heater What you know about 5-man glides? Man lean out the ride, 4-door, two litre Federales tryna stop this beamer Gave the nina to my caramel diva .44 in my hand like Lisa Turn the Tina, let it sing, Dua Lipa Shotgun spread, you can catch this fever Add thems K's you can feel this fire This spin ting got range like Rover Flings my shoulder and burn my attire Tell a sweet one "Come lock this fryer" I'll collect it when I pattern a buyer Man shoot, Van Persie Want mercy? Best ask the Messiah Bro-bro just phoned my Samsung, on a random "Let's spill some juice" Bully B, I don't play no duck-duck-goose Best duck if I crash this corn at your bruce They ain't done more drills then man Them man only good for the verbal abuse If it's 2020 and you ain't pierced no skin, throw your bars in the bin And get out the booth [Verse 2: ND] ND, I don't play no games I don't play no games like Nintendo Switch I'll air this blick for J Man won't stop till the blick goes click He was gang but now he switched Oh well, I ain't gonna cry like a bitch My old friend turnt into a snitch Snake, what can I say? Blast my man out his Jays If you think you could still be addin' a K This one sound like grenades Bones gon' break if it hits your mates Free Trill wicked, free Shotty Shane I get nicked, I don't say no names She said that the (22) boys are lame He didn't die, got me thinkin' "How?" Bow, this corn is loud I pray that this corn here hits man's scalp D1, my slime, my pal, gimme the ting, I'ma slide right now This blue foot came from South She left my block with kids in her mouth My old friend turnt into a mouse, two in the dots don't piss me off I'ma rise this one and bring it around I see my man droppin' them Ls He don't even know, I'm outside of his house Four-door pull up, my back door bussed The way that they leave their friends, so foul This bouffins licked, how dare she think I'ma make this one my spouse