Next Up - S3-E17

Lyrics

Part 1 [Intro] Ayy, CZR, you did a mazza still Ayy, Minaj, kill 'em [Verse 1: Sava] Don't get knapped, gunbucked like Jojo Auto ting is a bruckdown Polo Don't give a fuck if I catch this stolo' Pissed-off dawg, get it done for the low-low Got love for my bro, no homo Step on the gas, can't stop for no popo Leave holes in the tee, no logo Put your face in the news, no promo She ratin' the tunes, she ratin' the diss Frontline squad, are you takin' the piss? Come TP, get put in this spliff Aim up high, tryna keep it stiff Back road skrring, tires drift Glock 19, they pray I miss Plenty shells, unlimited clips And if it weren't me it must be Ish [Verse 2: BM] Jumped off road, couldn't hack this beef I swear TD turned into a priest O'mizz ain't worth no sweets Best not lack, don't die in these streets The only drill Jojo done's on beats Get out the booth, go ride for your Gs Get out the booth, go ride for your Gs Go, go ride for yourself Ever since then you raised no hell Then you got knapped, gunbucked as well Fatal damage ain't good for your health Invest this wealth, I buy her Chanel Jeet it, beat it, then delete it She ain't got curls, man leave it Swing her to bro, I don't need it [Verse 3: Mini] Where you-where you from little man? Don't tremble Aim that high one eye on his temple They don't wanna see Mini go mental Pop that smoke, I ain't talkin' no menthol Opp block tour, still crashed his rental Scary sight, more teeth than a dental Don't think that the beef got settled We glide round there, young G's got potential Lean out the ride, no rollercoaster How many mans been burned? No toaster I'm a real Turnpike Lane poster, so called Dem man there are some jokers, bogus Dem man there they don't know us Aim up high for the dotty Kick back on my shoulders War is war There's no way that this beef is over [Verse 4: Sava] Four doors buss Them man duss Lean and bop with this ting like Hus We don't do bails, only gotta get pus' What I do for the money You'll think I'm nuts When us man ride leave holes, no cuts Rambo knife, on my waist it's tucked Rambo knife, on my waist it's tucked [Verse 5: BM] Petrol bath, tryna wash these sinners Bro got things on things A blacked out four-door ting Samurai sword where the blade goes in Civilians saw him get yinged Don't ask me, ask him All he wanted was a trim Ended up going for a swim Glock 19 with extended clips and foreign whips [Verse 6: Mini] Better have your shank, I pack the .44's I ain't fencing cats No cap, we don't lie on tracks So check the scoreboard, this is basic maths They hate when we're statin' facts We're slidin' on them all day, it's mad Can't chat, hit back, I reload them waps No counter-attacks 'cah they don't get back Part 2 [Intro] Maniac Beatz [Chorus: Mini] Yeah, they know man's next up Feds got me lookin' all stressed up It's five AM in the morning Telling me, "Get out your bed, get dressed up" One-two-five or Vespa If not there's a stolen Vectra Ying man down in piss when they rest up Shots inbound, get your head back kweffed up Yeah, they know man's next up Feds got me lookin' all stressed up It's five AM in the morning Telling me, "Get out your bed, get dressed up" One-two-five or Vespa If not there's a stolen Vectra Ying man down in piss when they rest up Shots inbound, get your head back kweffed up [Verse 1: Sava] Fully blacked out from head to toe Lurk at the 8 with a rusty pole These man can't be on road So they hide in yards and speak on the phones Barkin' to us, they changed their tone No racist clip, tryna hit man's dome Go back home with the waps, you 'lone And I'm tapped in my head and the opp boys know Baddest of B's are onto me But I'm really tryna jeet and skeet Tell a bad B, "Come roll TP" Me and Bruce try lurk in the T Skrrt back ends, dish this reef Take man number, 'nother fiend On the front line, my opps can't be Coolin' off with a cup o' lean [Verse 2: BM] Tryin' to mix 'im tape 'im, bros went shavin' Fully blacked out, blacked out like a raven No safety when I'm cuttin' through neighbours Fuck with the traitors and fuck all the haters Like, I wanna be rich not famous Chest and above, tryna leave him brainless Whoosh, whoosh in my hand, no stainless Big .45, gonna see you all vacant Dem man hate 'cah they know we up next Fuck the verbal, just give it a rest Someone told 'em better roll with a vest It's not a warnin', I said it with chest She phonin' my line tryna get undressed Showin' me her arse and breast BM, my life's a mess Sorry, I don't need that stress Get outta 'ere you jez' [Verse 3: Mini] Wake and bake Bad B just give me a break I'm in the A-side like the Hunger Games We let corn fly like the Mockingjay Three got touched, now we got baddies on me And they know that the gang's OJ Man here ain't trying to meet They're cappin' on beats Not one didn't let that spray TP bop in the field like Hazard You can get done in a mazza Don't try run, I wanna see blood splatter I'll show my man who's badder Push J1's and I watched them stagger Burnt my clothes and bleached this dagger Us man here kill like cancer Done a bait face and it still don't matter [Chorus: Mini] Yeah, they know man's next up Feds got me lookin' all stressed up It's five AM in the morning Telling me "Get out your bed, get dressed up" One-two-five or Vespa If not there's a stolen Vectra Ying man down in piss when they rest up Shots inbound, get your head back kweffed up Yeah, they know man's next up Feds got me lookin' all stressed up It's five AM in the morning Telling me, "Get out your bed, get dressed up" One-two-five or Vespa If not there's a stolen Vectra Ying man down in piss when they rest up Shots in bound, get your head back kweffed up