Next Up - S3-E15

Lyrics

Part 1 [Intro: Jojo] X10 Still by the costa DC8 Free Bills Free Yolo Free the conspiracy squad [Verse 1: O'mizz] DC's done this, DC's done that All this talk on the DC gang needs to be stopped, put two in a wap Hit the frontline, reload and slang Free the GG's out the can, it's the GG's that really bang Out on the strip while they hide in flats That's fuckin' whack, slide with a 12 I let that one slap Like missing, can't see them, stop dissin' Broski just got a brand new rod and he's been out 'ere just fishin' You bro got hit, stop bitchin', no kiddin' Slide 'round town and dish it [Verse 2: Jojo] Stinky odours, the bando has a dirty aroma Cats in the yard smokin' food on sofas Corn just jammed, sell it on, next owner Tell her bring it to the owner Two star hotel girls still showed up Hand off glide, girl come a little closer Bust three nuts, no way I'm gonna phone her Grippin' sheets in the streets, I repeat with a mash on the street No ghosty I made the star 9 beat Built like assassins, got you thinking of creed Oh geez louise, how many times are they gonna phone for the weed? Hell no you can't suck for the green There ain't no way can't rub on this D [Verse 3: O'mizz] Just got the link for the brand new gauge I done spoke on half their names Now this bad B don't like my face They do drills for the likes and fame We do those drills and do it again They know that my blocks all flames But I still clear this pack any day I got beef with the boys in blue And I got beef with boys in red Cut through *** ***, green smoke squad leave your T-shirt red Air lifted, that's what I call benched Got beef with half-hearted neeks How many old friends done got stretched? Claimin' a gang, but you should be dead K crash fill up the ting with lead [Verse 4: Jojo] Gotta watch out for tridents Always a shank and do it in silence Lead broke on his chest It left him stressed, had him coughin' out red Pebbled on the box, I don't do it in Z's Flu season, I'm injectin' necks Air lift niggas, should've rolled with a vest Lord knows that the mandem vexed Big ZK, I wanna bore man's head [Verse 5: O'mizz] In love with passa, get mixed up like pasta Said it before, get turned to casper I'm in DC, bitch, not Atlanta If I'm there then get turned cabbage Food landed, get straight to the bagging .45 ACP complete that drill like ASAP [Outro] X10 Part 2 [Intro: O'mizz] Ay yo, SV, this one's naughty still SOS cah the opps in trouble No evidence so the pigs them puzzled Free bro, got himself in a muddle ZK on, don't ask why I shuffle I'm from a trenchy jungle Big guns, wouldn't use no knuckles Just cool, just humble, back this stick, don't spill, don't stumble [Verse 1: O'mizz] Trust me I won't lose my brain But I think broski might be goin' insane In the trap maintain, gotta feed these cats in the night and day We predators, they prey, like the film from back in the day Wait, dial up bro, lets skate Heard the Nizz with these brand new plates [Verse 2: Jojo] 2 and a Q, that's basic 8 4 and a half, that's cake mix Doubled it up, cakin' Two boxes of the green I'm breakin' Late nights in the trap got me achin' Tropical buds got me wide and awaking Kicking in doors, why the place so vacant? Broski's a'ight, fuck bacon Suck my wood I don't do love making Big spliff I'm baking The opps need aid from the money I'm chasin' Convert, start praying I know broski but I'm tryna erase him Back in the station, just got bail now I'm back in the pavements Lord knows that we don't write statements [Verse 3: O'mizz] Masked up cah these feds won't judge me In a stolo, gotta hide this pumpy You turn off on all of those undies I'm on ads bro so I I can't move clumsy Jump out like Boogeyman With this hand-ting I'm a handy man Break down boxes, Jackie Chan No black belt, black blade in hand [Verse 4: Jojo] Most drills that I did weren't planned Add 3 K's like the Ku Klux Klan Old school dotty, I'm a farmer man All designer, I'm a stylish lad Music weren't part of the plan Or running down opps, I was making bands Age 16 with a thousand grams Age 18 with a shotty in hand [Verse 5: O'mizz] Pull up and then bang, this corn is not trash, they talk off and dash Pull up inside traps, we're takin' those packs and takin' that cash Rentals get smashed, opps get whacked and shots get clamped In the ends with Splash or a stolo my broski crashed They think gang's gone tapped, all we know is stack and slap Invest in corn but wear them vests Pull up at nests with a Smith & Wess [Outro: O'mizz] SOS cah the opps in trouble No evidence so the pigs them puzzled Free bro, got himself in a muddle ZK on, don't ask why I shuffle I'm from a trenchy jungle Big guns, wouldn't use no knuckles Just cool, just humble, back this stick, don't spill, don't st--