Next Up - Part 1

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Jamma Beats
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 Fresh Money, baby
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 Bro put a box in draws, 35s and scores, phone man if you want that
 Don't talk like you're bad, you ain't on that, combat, juice gon' spill like Cognac
 Whip that shit, don't stop 'til I lock that, heard there's a mash on sale, man cop that
 Verbal abuse is long, akh, stop that, back out the mash and drop that, shot that
 If you want Buju, man got that, Ban and TT smash it and dot that, chop that
 Countryside, where the gwops at, jump in pics, you ain't bro, man, crop that
 No whip, then pedal bike risk it, he flipped it, back out my shank and dip it, ballistic
 Push in my shank and twist it, pebs in cling, that's Oreo biscuits
 Man's machine coming with lead, misch and mash for the bread
 This grey ting's way too fast, bitch, pull up your drawers, I only want head
 Man put dick down in her neck-neck, bore tongue, that's the best
 Ejaculate in her mouth or pull out, ejaculate on her breast
 In the field, I'm Air Force stepping
 More time, I just smashed out packs in the ends
 Right now, I'm tryna get this bread in
 Get 'round there and ching man up like, anyting B get wetted
 No face, no case and leathers, four door whip with serious members
 My bro wanna lurk on opps so we go around there on a 125
 Bro done whacked man's face with the longest blade tryna take man's eye
 I heard that the opp boys ran with their shanks again and I weren't surprised
 Creepz Sav ain't on piss, he raps that shit and he ran ten times
 Packs on me, Rambz on me, push bike hitting them shoots
 Peng gyal on man from the B, feeling me and MSkum, too
 My bros ain't down for the stuntin', Digga D grab that dots and shoot
 Us man ain't like them man, them man lie and we tell the truth
 Gang
 Like, free all my bros, soon touch road
 How many times have I rid on Bush? Like one of them boys gotta go
 Back out my ting and make man swim like ching man down on volts
 Catch me a opp then stab up his head, then ten toes back to the Grove
 Then ten toes back to the Grove
 Friend of a opp is a opp, so I won't find a way to go burn that bridge
 My nigga Huncho gave him 22 chings, I can bet you that he's feeling pissed
 Get round there samurais and flicks, JaySav put his whole rambz in your wig
 My bro Digga D had the whole HR locked off when he crossed that bridge
 If I get my hands on a opp, I ain't wetting him once, I'm wetting him numerous times
 See a opp right there, tell bro don't jerk the car, just keep it moving in line, aye
 Four and a half, got bags of ball and dust, man slap it in 10s
 If I back my splash, he don't back it up, no leg shots, man put it in chests
 Like, bros got a thing for dargs, teefing cats I ain't talking no pets
 Bruck down a nine in flake, and whip it in Zs
 Let it dry then put it in pebs, cats them call for the meds
 

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Duration
02:43
Key
1
Tempo
146 BPM

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