Next Up?

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Part 1 [Intro] Shell Kartel Ghosty [Verse 1] He didn't have no cash but wanted pack, and a bit of time Just like the Weakest Link he's a new contestor, Ill give him a sign With some young thugs and they seasoned, step on your block tryna drip some slime Drip some slime, twist my knife then quick let's drive Ditch my guys and then broski goes ditch this ride Burn that to dust, make sure that I'm rid of ties If you didn't get no one, it ain't rugby, you don't get no points for tries Reload, 18 O's, watch it go, I get rid of pies Bud coming green like Morbo, with orange hairs just like Fry Bro tryna whip his crack, it will come back when it's capsized I ain't nowhere near Suffolk, attire's black like [?] Feds on the strip tryna nick, tryna do man in and mans alise Bro made a killin, he dont fuck with designer, but he done it off white This bud ain't got wings, but still these packs juss fly Is it a bird, is it a plane, no its a knife comin at one five Cross that down, 35, smash that out n pay my guy Me n bro hittin the strip all night but never had a bag off ones Now im gettin HBs off broski, thinkin whens hes gon (?) 4 corners call that home run, 36 Os of dro Bro on the wing wid under a corner, prolly tryna hide that pack of oats The bud comin in is too piff, prolly had to hide that pack on a boat This lil one can get ballsd off or sit on the right of my coat 3 bro got, we was slidin in cabs wid shanks n sticks You know when you leg that dotz, but it ain't cut off, nearly touchin chins Same wetter its always been, this one touch skins but i ain't no doctor One time i lacked, had to run, one time i lacked, got him cut like lobsters One time you lack, got shanked, next time you lacked, your car got shot up No Netflix cats, but you muss find your self in a horror He didn't have no cash, but he wanted packs and a bit of time Just like the Weakest Link he's a new contestor, I give him a sign Wid some young thugs in the season, step on your block, tryna drip some slime Drip some slime, twist my knife then quick let's drive Ditch my guys and then broski goes ditch this ride Burn that to dust, make sure that I'm rid of ties If you didn't get no one, it ain't rugby, you don't get no points for tries Reload, 18 O's, watch it go, I get rid of pies Part 2 [Verse 1] Shut down Feb, wid Traps x10, and 500gs All i was talkin about was me n the re I was in the T, juss me n my g Until we heard a knock on the door, it was police, im out the back Bro got nicked for grub, some stacks, lines n a loaded wap If my niggas ain't riding birds, its a quick in n out, cuh we slay wid nanks Summer was hot, bro lettin of shots on the mains tryna leng mans cap Beat it, he won't stop till he gets enough, cuh my man thinks hes bad On the streets with lines imma builder pro, but i dont play much fortnite Trap settins tryna deal wid grams, but gang tryna tellins me my that future bright 500gs cam thru, so i sold for for 2 not 8, thats 9 That left out, not WSTRN, wid out Texan alkaline Catch man bussin shots in the 5, we confiscatin lines We're like the seagulls in finding Nemo, grabbing up bread like "yo that's mine" The opps stick to the rules on the field, cuh i never seen dem offside How many times as the whistle blown, you know we can't manage to stay in line