Next Up - S4-E25

Lyrics

[Intro] (Kezii) [Chorus x2] Feds in the sky, thought pigs can't fly Got mask and gloves, not shirt and a tie I was on the backroads servin' my white Until I got locked for intent to supply Change this spot, it's hella hot Got cats bangin' the bando letterbox I don't give a fuck if it's 50p I ain't tryna fuckin' let em off [Verse] Dishin' out rock to the pregnant mother She's a good sale, I love her Crack got whipped on the kitchen cooker Don't eat from there, if you do you're a nutter I was in jail on Christmas day So you know I didn't see no Santa It was more like cats want mamba Had me locked up, I'm a bando slanger South of the city, might see me in Bartley We done brought waps to the party If I was Mali, I'd say Walahi If you touch bro and all that malarkey Get the dingers and pass me the car key Yeah I got five for your nut like a palm tree Sleep on a violation, nah that can't be She wanna meet but I can't beat Free up Ls, he's burstin' bells Why you think they got him in a cell just chillin' Diz got bagged with the wap at Nando's Didn't get to finish his chicken CJ got like 17 years, all now he's in his cell just grinnin' And S got like 20 years cause' he was outside just doin' up drillin' Can't get the phone [?]