Next Up?

Lyrics

[Part 1: produced by [?]] Slim, Slimma Who's got the keys to the dinger? I'm tryna do good but I'm known as a sinner 'Bout come to the V, are you mad? And he came on his jacks, that's a real dumb nigga From kway they want act all rebel Face to face, they be talkin' civilian Plug just threw me a good one Man I drop food at my minions Face be looking all English But the back be looking Brazilian Bally'd up with the latex Cah the jakes got my prints in the system I never ate greens on my plate Slap some green in the rizz, then I'm great Money to be made from еarly Kitties be loving the wakе and bake Man, especially Dave He's phoning me when he's half awake I be parked off in Valley Blacked off trackie, 'chete on my waist Give me 2-2 sheets and a bit of chip 'Bout time man drill it Any violation on my goons Man go to your spot and start fishing Like, man I don't play with these niggas Man catch him and dip him and bin him Better pray I don't catch him slipping Suttin' to your face, good riddance The life that I live too mud Got me thinking, who can I trust? The amnes' got me para' as fuck Three nines in the number, I ain't picking up The other day I think I buss it to an undie What a fuckery, me and Camz had to hide on the bus Yeah, my life too mud but I'm chasing the bands It's the money I love [Part 2: produced by AXL Beats] Hit the strip with nuttin' but piff Knick-knacks phone me for their fix I got the kit-kats moonwalking in the crib I trap and I trap for the quid Say you bang and you hit, but shit You bang and you miss and you miss Got about five goons in the whip If we ever get pulled, we're pissed I do road with AA cro' That's Alien Amne', my food there venomous And bro got that smelly cheese I'm tryna get fried, let's mix up the medicines Half these opps just bitches Stuttering, twitching, that shit ain't relevant Got kitties them soaking over the phone Like, I'll top you off if I'm generous I'm still making money the worst way You get buss P's on your birthday On my birthday I got double my workrate They say: "S How you get like this in the first place?" I say: "Bro It's cah I always wanted to be first place" Ay, I bang and I bang and I boot him Skenged off dot-dot if I shoot him Talking the trash, must've thought that I lack I back out my shank and abuse it I'm in and I'm out in seconds I leave the pigs them clueless Thick gyallie on me, what you reckon? I bang and I bang and I boot 'em