Lyrics Next Up - Part 2 - Mixtape Madness feat. 1011

MKThePlug

MKThePlug

TT flake, twenty-three on a two-ie
Jakes just passed, hope they don′t do a U-ie
OT, I don't like doing deals like Louie
Bad B like boujee, upsuh with two G′s, like Gucci
Pour kettle water on it, watch it start bubbling
Straight drop, I ain't doubling
Use your chest, stop mumbling
Bro, I'm booky
I′ll take your food if my belly starts rumbling
They rap about bootings, they ain′t blammed nobody
Hold that properly when I bang that dotty
I put sniff in a 'rex, and I slang that Bobby
TT make it bling, always answering my hottie
Left my worker in the trap
While I flew to the town on pedal bike
Just to sweep some more cats
They ain′t seeing no racks
I'm in and out of the trap
I left the door on the latch
When I add it up, take a oner off with the shorts
I′m a 0-1-1 but most of them are noughts
Fuck jail; fuck Jakes; fuck courts
Drilla got twelve cah he turned something corpse, crasses
What's all the hate for?
Is it ′cause I'm making dough?
That hate only push me to make more
I smash b, whip coke, smoke loud
Whip a Z, twenty six back, no doubt
Feds know my face from the days when I sold buj'
Comfy in my ends
And I got beef in my own hood
In the trap
Left cracks on the floor like Hulk would
Gyally said she like me
′Cause I′m sweet and I'm so hood
Hospital, nose full of tubes
Got yourself shanked up
Cah your bros wanna screw
MSkum in the back
That′s a problem for these yutes
Ten toes, what? Where?
Don't get run out of your shoes
I get busy on my own
I get busy on the roads
Keep on braggin′ 'bout them Z′s
'Til I clean out your home
Gotta keep my face down cah Sini's kinda known
Cah my hood′s like a jungle, no Indiana Jones
Me and F was in the trap
You was busy getting plaits
When your bro got touched
You didn′t even chip in for a strap
When I hopped off the ped
They did a one-hundred-metre track
If Huncho never stabbed it
Then it's probably my nigga, Dappz
Took you twenty shank wounds
Now you′re only bringing waps?