Next Up - S3-E39, Pt.1

[Intro: YD]

Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know? It sounds cold

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Ayy

[Verse 1: YD]

If I crave it, I cop it

Bill up my rass King L, like a skunk, it smells

Get the grub, then lock it

I can't do three 5's for a 20s

Three for  30 to better my pocket

Got this brownin' shakin' her arse

My wap in her Bra, so you know mans got it

YD i'm the real hot topic

Gyal whine up your waist

TikTok it, then drop it

I don't know 'bout love

In the trap I was makin' dough

You was at home tryin' to buss your nut

If 7 bands get put on your head

Young boys on the 'Ped

Tryin' to send man up

I’m a real top ‘shotta like Tommy

But I revise when I buss my gun

I was fourteen stealin' 'peds

I had no behaviour I did it for fun

Rev up the Typh' on the pavement

There’s no way that I’m tryin' to get spun

ANPR in my rear-view mirrors

Fuckin' hell, here the boydem come

De-camp that whip by the barbers

I’m charged up and I’m ready to run

[Verse 2: JS]

They know where I’m at

They know where I stay

Slide thru to the petrol station

Fill up the 'dings with a mask on my face

No jokes, no games, cut through no delay

You won’t even know who’s who

When the G's slide through

And the Mac-10 sprays

They’re pushin' their mates

Some selfish yutes brudda back your blade

Like, you don’t wanna see what I got in the duffel

Buck into me late night

Imma back my knife I ain’t into a scuffle

Like don’t ever try and get a dish did

Shh got bucked and he ate these knuckles

In the trap watch the YOLA bubble

On strips tryin' to cause some trouble

Lift up the wap like a bad ones frontal

[Verse 3: YD]

I've got mine, and bros got his

So you know, it is what it is

Mummy hates the life that I live

But what can I say? I was born into this

Soon be in a buss-down

Press the clutch down

My rear lights ‘gon shine like Veneers

With four Os in my bag like Audi

Little nigga lemme make it clear

And if you chat my name on the net

But you ain’t got no bread

What the fuck you doin'?

Bop through your ends on a baitface

I’m a bait face who the fuck you screwin'?

And I ain’t no killer, don’t push me

Before your white T-Shirt get ruined

And certain man can’t hit my spliff

'Cah I know that it’s pussy they chewin'

[Verse 4: JS]

Phones at home that’s Airplane Mode

YD said jump in the ride

So I jumped in the ride with nothin’ but smoke

Big rambizz get back from my coat

I ain’t inna no jokes tryin' to leave man soaked

Don’t ask if it’s, on my hip

Beg a yute give me lip, then your boy will know

Fifteen inch or the twenty-two inch

Either way a [?] yute still holdin' a ching

Forget that passa I’m over with it

Fly pebs on the street, reload in a bit

And how could you talk on my name

When you’re sat in the trap and your stuck on a Q?

Wagwarn for these new plate yutes?

Love talk ‘bout trap but they made no moves

Blacked out ballied up and we left no clues

Bang rounds, strallied up ‘till we get those yutes

You know that the gangdems litty

Pour me a cup then strap me a zoot

No space in the back can’t roll with a broom

Bad ones love playin' my tunes

Mind how you step when the gang cut through

Bad ones love playin' my tunes

Mind how you step when the gang cut through