"Next Up - S4-E6, Pt.2" lyrics

Play it a bit louder, bro
Yeah, yeah, it's calm, it's calm
(KD Made It)
Yo

I keep hearin' hella chat, my paigons got hella straps (What?)
I know them little tramps
I can promise you it's never that (Never)
Came up, I was sellin' crack
They know I've been to hell and back
Hit him with the dots, he would've dropped if the .20 slapped (Bap)
Bap, I still slapped his dome out
You deserve a slap, if you slide and bring your phones out
They took my nigga Jamz out, I felt to smoke the whole town
Now I'm in the back, with my pole out
I've got respect from gun-play, shootin' guys broad-day
15, I had it on me always (Always)
I was ready for anythin'
Where's the dingers you sellin' 'em?
Buyin' waps, don't bury it, ride-out, shoot melons in
Fuck the feds, don't tell 'em shit, always trynna nick my guys (Always)
Shootings and drive-by, main road, lettin' bine fly (Bow)
That's all I know, while I'm growin' up, take a pic
Top floor, me and M, F's what I'm throwin' up (F-Block)
F-Block, that's home of the soldiers
Fuck the olders, we got war with the olders (Fuck them)
We spent hella racks on revolvers (We did)
One shot take his head off his shoulders, bow