Next Up?

Lyrics

[Intro] Ghosty [Verse 1] Me, Loch, Young Screw, F2, that's OCG And I got love for my Woodgrange tugs, I'll slap mans head for my ODB's Wait, oh no, please, I swear down that I don't even know these neeks But they wanna tarnish S13, tryna get drops there desperately Cah when I buck up with a opp, I get a rush, no ecstasy Like, lemme just light this blunt then mix my promethazine Trident locked up all my members and they fucked with my mentally So much teeth for the war, CG like a dentistry Free my hood, back to the jug, stones of each, man push Crack rocks glisten, fishy budge, bells in the clip, let's see what's good Deep down you know you ain't hood but them man wanna force it Ten toes with the 9 tryna corpse it, Arsenal called cah we really enforcing Four riders up in the car Man know me, I'm a gunna, If I hit your chest, gonna drip too hard Straight drop to the white things, up all night, make it easy to flip this dark Man wanna snap and tweet so I gotta go grab latex and a mask I got stabbed in 015 and niggas wanna live off of dirt from the past It's been more than a year since your friend can say that he had a beating heart Man just pull up and beat from cars Let me tell you about your favourite rapper, moving like he had his wapper Saw three shanks and then done the dash, popstar, come like the boy Mick Jagger Fuck off shanks, if I pull up, don't stagger Hate when I ask that question and they move like they got a stammer Manual whip with the auto hammer, leave mans face all over the banner It's your world, R-I-P, when them 12 bells scatter, shatter, everyone fried like their head back frass up Tryna run man down and catch up, point blank range on the mains, no back up Realised I had to get my stack up, then I bando'd like I did my bang up She talk loads so I hang up the phone, chop up the slate then bag up the bones Two waps up, we are hazarding zones, my grey ting give the maddest of throat Before Custom Juice, juice was spilling Me and Local doing up Tour de opp block, had the bike tryna do us Wiggins And I'll do it for the whole of the 7, that's Woodgrange or WC I had to greeze up the 9 with vas' cah me and Local never had WD I was in Beckton and you was in house, got two different meanings You was indoors doing chores in the gaff and we had the broom, weren't doing no cleaning Man know that I might have to eat him, if I hear that he's doing his ting And I never even got my ching, how you think that I just came off the wing? Link that, all them purchase Bruck that down on surface, wrap that up then straight to the serving Five star, man ah get service, me and twin trigger, man know that's curtains Big dots put lump in your head like turban, you don't wanna get his burs'ing You don't wanna feel this burs'ing