Next Up - S2-E17 - V9

Part 1

Swear down, More Money produced this?

Main road or back road, gang still get dumpy, crash that corn and slap mans

pumpkin

Young G hit him up for a monkey, step and drill, gang on f**kery,

sauce on spill if I swing that suttin'

On spill if I swing that suttin'

Main road or back road, gang still get dumpy, crash that corn and slap mans

pumpkin

Young G hit him up for a monkey, step and drill, gang on f**kery,

sauce on spill if I swing that suttin'

On spill if I swing that suttin'

Two man by my side I’m feeling like Dizz but no I ain’t running with twins

Man hop out the ride, try do him and dip

F**k you mean you got beef with gang?

Face-to-face then man move veggy

Aim it steady, rip it already, ching, splash, it falls in mans belly

I’m a f**king demon

And the opp boys know, snatch mans soul, he ain’t making it home

Ching, splash, holes in back bones, back road, let me grip it and dig him

F**king runners, them man all b*t*hes

Tell bro, do the chasing, I do the cheffing, assist that chinging

Thm man are only bad in groups, one-on-one them yutes all d**kheads

Half them man there snitches, neck shot gang, how them man there breathing?

Every time we uncover their plans, they retreat like Mojo Jojo

I still pull up on obbos, swing them shanks, leave holes in polo’s

On my life, them man love lie, make him feel it, Jackson Five

Step out, wow, watch them man take flight

Back that dots, tryna blam mans spine or I’ll back out my shank tryna take mans

eye

Step out, wow, watch them man take flight

Back that dots, tryna blam mans spine or I’ll back out my shank tryna take mans

eye

Main road or back road, gang still get dumpy, crash that corn and slap mans

pumpkin

Young G hit him up for a monkey, step and drill, gang on f**kery,

sauce on spill if I swing that suttin'

On spill if I swing that suttin'

Main road or back road, gang still get dumpy, crash that corn and slap mans

pumpkin

Young G hit him up for a monkey, step and drill, gang on f**kery,

sauce on spill if I swing that suttin'

On spill if I swing that suttin'

Part 2

More Money Music

Gang slapped first

No way can we stall for the come back

Burn that rubber, tell bro lick man with the bumper

Ching man right in the head, like, what the f**k were you thinking?

No way can I run from these yutes, I’m f**king bad, them man are all victims

Samurai stance or Bankai swinging

Bad B tryna treat me like Johnny, like, do you know mans Bravo?

Trickshot like Ricardo, I’ll ching man live, I’m an arsehole

Free my guys, I miss 'em, I’m in the dings with the Sammy, no kitchen

I beg you firm this chinging, stop b*t*hing

Talk on my name, you’re buzzing, when I pull, them man start cutting

Venemous Bop, I love it

Hop out the ride and slump him

2.2, Mercedes Coupé, YC rev it, let’s catch these yutes

Have you ever held chase from fed but bro’s so fat so he just vomits?

Are you taking the p*ss?

9 gang pull up and tape off strips

I’m f**king skits, swing Bankai, everyone’s getting hit

He tried say that he’s not involved, ching man down to the rasclart bone

This bad B thick as f**k, call her Shakira 'cause her hips don’t lie

Seedy settings, when I got him he see’s through the night

She gotta hold this pipe, f**k her right so he holds this wap

And I hate my opps, how come they ain’t outside?

It’s getting me mad, must be juj, how them man there alive?