Next Up - S3-E7

PART 1 [Intro] Sinsehh Mirica [Verse 1: DA, Hitman] Swing what shank? We don't buss no blanks Don't buss no blanks, just pull up and bang Back door's bust so you know that's gang Loaded clip, let it rip, get tanned, panic They're doing the dash, bang it Don't want smoke, they vanish Crash done brang it See man lean out of the mic and tap it [Verse 2: Hitman] Fuck all the chat, Snapchat cap Mashed work on streets, no cap I'll jump out, see big man dash Lucky I didn't have no mash Run a man down and swinging them shanks I want man packed so it's ultra attacking on your block, don't ramp Free T Splash, done shown man that, Mr swing them shanks [Verse 3: DA] A whole lotta snitches, I'm beefing jokemen How many niggas done cut from me? If you look frozen then you're getting ripped open Feds asking me how we acquire, the vehicle's stolen Bros outside with a kеyboard pressing it off And he's doing up coding Hits lay it off at the crowd, gеt hit if you're chosen [Verse 4: Hitman] Get hit if you're chosen, I love when they're frozen Approach them boy on volts But it don't really work cah you know they blow So we try creep up, do it like a teaser Rise that beater and beat it quickly I don't need a batch, just me and a thingy And like one guy that steps with me That's enough to be an opp block bully [Verse 5: DA] See man cut out and I couldn't catch up It's a wrap up if we catch up Us verse them, couldn't match up You must be mad See man run off and I couldn't keep up Tally's screaming when it's on the speaker Running with them, get your knees up Never done shit for the media [Verse 6: Hitman, DA] On a 3 double O with Crash He's revving it fully, I got the thing on me Or it's me on the back with a long nosed dotty They pick an exit and run from me One tap on the pedal, that's nuttin 'bout gas Big litre, don't try dash Foot on the gas, Crash got the mash Gotta get it home safe, it's all for the cash PART 2 [Intro] Kayman Bop, bop, bop [Verse 1: Hitman, DA] Trips in dings 'round pedals on pedals Eyes in sight, get licked for your kettle Now this beef can't settle Waps and shells, that's heavy metal Slap, reverse, don't pause, keep slappin' The gang don't tolerate chattings He was on chattings so we splashed him Cut tru blocks and mazzers happen Thought he was lost, the gang just found him Splash up this ting, no fountain Bait croud but fuck my surroundings Jakes on my tails, see the pave man mount it Up on the pavement I don't see how you're escaping Rev up the 3 double O with D on the back See the dotts when he rolls and aimed it [Verse 2: DA] I love me an all black trackie, gloves and my bally I'm on the opp block tryna tape it Back road drifting, bad boy living Spot me an opp, put him under, don't break it Rise up waps, don't get it mistaken Found a claps, shotgun shaking Throwing gang signs for bitches in private Get you stretched in public places Pavement mounting the tightest spaces Aim and squeeze at faces Intestines hang like laces I see the opps take flight like a spaceship [Verse 3: Hitman] I'm on my block, unlimited chases CID and plain clothed jakes, they all on man and they love my face They even say that the music's great So I still buss a right tryna swerve these jakes If we in a dinger and the box is manual Slap it on the highest gear it can handle Run or get lick if you stand still [Verse 4: DA] Don't stand still, you could lose it all If I'm on your block, that's a funeral It's always local 'cause I know who to call My bros in jail, can't miss these calls He got dumped, we ain't playing ball He got punched, should've seen him fall He ain't on nuttin, I've seen him stall Say it again, I've seen him stall [Verse 5: Hitman] Still doing up blocks, shank on wappers Get 'round tryna tape that strip And we ain't to blame if we ain't involved But you get hit with them paigan kids My bros got aim and I'll show you what missed And if a civil got hit, it's 'cause it was close to a paigan kid We ain't to blame, I done said 'it is what it is' Step on volts, trip on trips Get back 'till we pattern the dings Serious members, serious things [Verse 6: DA] If you want smoke, it's nuttin to 2s it If it ain't us man drilling, then who's it? Clean up blocks, I'm bringing the broom in Little man pick wisely the side that you're choosing Could be your whole day ruined This one pot can't fit two in But in the coffin it can put you in Numerous events, of course they're losing [Verse 7: Hitman, DA] Next up, do I drill or music? Double tap splits two There's options when I boot it Slip, you're losing, red shells through him, leave man ruined Next up, do I drill or music? Could be a shank that I swung or a shooting All of it spilled out, I'll show you 'bout juicing Tell you about 4-door stuff or a booting