"Next Up - S4-E6, Pt.1" lyrics
KP Beatz
Ayo, Sinner, that sounds mad
They got the nerve to ask what I done
Wake up, I'm the reason you nerds get bun
Two waps, move back when the corn gets buss
Everyone's gonna dash when the corn gets flung (Facts)
Most of the guys been nicked for shootings
Free GetRound, really bussed his gun (Free bro)
Everyone in my set gets active
If it's not waps then shanks get swung (Swing)
Pop man's lung when we pop them doors
Rambo, flick knifes, and zombie swords
One in the dots will pellet his wig
Wake up the neighbours if I crash this four's (Bah)
This three shot pump lift man off the floor (Live it)
There's no point trynna burst off blanks
Post them party fliers on snap, I'll slap that pole and ruin your plans (Hahaha)
We're known to ruin their functions
Gang step 'round the estate, jumpin'
Six shot pumpy, different slugs in
Skid past the party, everyone's cuttin' (They're gone)
You don't wanna get smoked like he did
Chest shot, belly shot, left him leakin'
Two in the neck, how the fuck's he breathin'? (How?)
That chest shots should've shred him to pieces (Strip)
Any opps on the glide, I'll reveal it
Lock it, load it, drive-by squeezin' (Bah, bah)
Tape off the 5 when we light up Deighton
Do it like Michael, beat it, beat it (Beat it)
Then it's straight back to business
Fans wanna know how the mandem's livin'
Dirty bandos, crackheads pinnin'
Crashin' corn out them stolen dingers (Bow)
I hate these firearm officers (I hate them)
Saw my drillers and took my hitters (Free the guys)
And they took man's dotty as well
The followin' week, copped a .45 spinner (Big ting)
Let me box two dottz from the block
It breaks in three, and it's got two triggers
They say beef is for broke boys only
Five waps, minimum five figures (Racks)
Free me, free all the guys, man
Straight facts, come on
G-R, GetRound
Bring your skengs out or get stretched out
Ayo, Sinner, that sounds mad
They got the nerve to ask what I done
Wake up, I'm the reason you nerds get bun
Two waps, move back when the corn gets buss
Everyone's gonna dash when the corn gets flung (Facts)
Most of the guys been nicked for shootings
Free GetRound, really bussed his gun (Free bro)
Everyone in my set gets active
If it's not waps then shanks get swung (Swing)
Pop man's lung when we pop them doors
Rambo, flick knifes, and zombie swords
One in the dots will pellet his wig
Wake up the neighbours if I crash this four's (Bah)
This three shot pump lift man off the floor (Live it)
There's no point trynna burst off blanks
Post them party fliers on snap, I'll slap that pole and ruin your plans (Hahaha)
We're known to ruin their functions
Gang step 'round the estate, jumpin'
Six shot pumpy, different slugs in
Skid past the party, everyone's cuttin' (They're gone)
You don't wanna get smoked like he did
Chest shot, belly shot, left him leakin'
Two in the neck, how the fuck's he breathin'? (How?)
That chest shots should've shred him to pieces (Strip)
Any opps on the glide, I'll reveal it
Lock it, load it, drive-by squeezin' (Bah, bah)
Tape off the 5 when we light up Deighton
Do it like Michael, beat it, beat it (Beat it)
Then it's straight back to business
Fans wanna know how the mandem's livin'
Dirty bandos, crackheads pinnin'
Crashin' corn out them stolen dingers (Bow)
I hate these firearm officers (I hate them)
Saw my drillers and took my hitters (Free the guys)
And they took man's dotty as well
The followin' week, copped a .45 spinner (Big ting)
Let me box two dottz from the block
It breaks in three, and it's got two triggers
They say beef is for broke boys only
Five waps, minimum five figures (Racks)
Free me, free all the guys, man
Straight facts, come on
G-R, GetRound
Bring your skengs out or get stretched out
