Текст песни Next Up - S3-E16 - A92

Next up
Ay CZR, you did a mazza still

(Scratch mixed it)
Get a med to your face, don't pretty face feel them much
'010 in the field with a football
'015 in a field with a rambo
Ring, ring, ring, that's life in a bando
On my trap phone love dance like tango
The yg's don't get no recess
Cah the oppboys love snitch like Randall
Just chopped up a four and a half
Man's dishing out food like Nando's
They're trying to put me in a rizz
Oh yeah, you will alright
Two of them man, nearly put in a spliff
Let me show yg how to build that right
From a young age man's whipping and locking
Whipping and locking, 'till my wrist come tight
They know man's repping nine
I'm stuck in the trap with the green and white

You don't want war with us
'Cause you can be put on a shirt like a resin
I can't wait for the show so hope that I'll blow
So swimming and making punchlines like Tyson
And tell a boy "don't" like Bryson
Slapping it off let it back like Bryan
I need me a queen like lining
So do what I say like Simon
It's KSav on the track
Man I murdered this beat
When I rap, haha that's a TKO
Give a man heart attack
When I jump out the four door whip Demi Lovato
'Till a man packed, I'm smoking the spliff till we're out of this world
Like a UFO
My exes never held my shank
Had to cross them like tic-tac-toe

Nah, you don't need real eyes to realize
That they tell real lies
Another man got hospitalized for the lies that he told on my A9 guys
|Got-got
And nearly extinct like a T-rex
Really trying to put him in the sky
MZ's five foot six but he gave a man tribal marks
Don't talk about size
Doors get popped
Same way that we pop champagne when we touch one milly
Pop them doors, so you're up
Get touched by the gang, same way that we touch one milly
-Got stung, no bee
When we slid to the b
Me and bro like Chunkz and Filly
Hop in the ride get a buzz, no Lightyear
Really tryna go on them rides like Woody

Yo, when they say we don't slide to B
But we slide 'round there broad day, broad day
I'm in love with the brownskin babes
Slim thick with their bodies, bodies
Shawty, shawty if I shoot my shot
Like a fadeaway
Come blow my whistle like I did foul play
Now let it pop on your breasts and back
Come on now baby
We get 'round there, no motorsport
That four to the floor, don't know about brakes
I'm with my bro-bro Ace
We step, we step
Watch your block vibrate
Bad B wanna come on a boujee ting
But I like when the bunda shakes
But I still hop out the ride and jump man
And I won't drown to the head like Drake

Jump out gang
Tryna slide where the paigons hang
Go click-clack and the ting goes bang
You don't want to get left on the floor like trash
Still tryna itch up his back like rash
They know I don't miss like Rashford
Still put 10 on his top like Rashford
Get into beef there's no going backwards
Five man deep in a pagan strip
You could get bun like Chip
Circle twice, yeah we do that quick
Spin that twice, rudeboy don't slip, don't slip
Get popped in your head, get wigged
Or you could get boxed or yinged
Score up top for my team like Ings
Pass it to bro and assist like Giggs

Yo, they can't shame us like Coleman
Crash right back, get soaked like sponge
I'm tryna make it rain like Roman
No shout, you can get Superman Punched

Free smoke, got the city all burning
You don't wanna get M like Hunch
Get a metal to your face no brace face
Corn in a mash tryna feed them lunch
Ay CZR, you did a mazza still