Next Up?

[Intro]

Ghosty

[Verse 1]

Me, Loch, Young Screw, F2, that's OCG

And I got love for my Woodgrange tugs, I’ll slap mans head for my ODB's

Wait, oh no, please, I swear down that I don't even know these neeks

But they wanna tarnish S13, tryna get drops there desperately

Cah when I buck up with a opp, I get a rush, no ecstasy

Like, lemme just light this blunt then mix my promethazine

Trident locked up all my members and they fucked with my mentally

So much teeth for the war, CG like a dentistry

Free my hood, back to the jug, stones of each, man push

Crack rocks glisten, fishy budge, bells in the clip, let’s see what's good

Deep down you know you ain't hood but them man wanna force it

Ten toes with the 9 tryna corpse it, Arsenal called cah we really enforcing

Four riders up in the car

Man know me, I'm a gunna, If I hit your chest, gonna drip too hard

Straight drop to the white things, up all night, make it easy to flip this dark

Man wanna snap and tweet so I gotta go grab latex and a mask

I got stabbed in 015 and niggas wanna live off of dirt from the past

It's been more than a year since your friend can say that he had a beating heart

Man just pull up and beat from cars

Let me tell you about your favourite rapper, moving like he had his wapper

Saw three shanks and then done the dash, popstar, come like the boy Mick Jagger

Fuck off shanks, if I pull up, don't stagger

Hate when I ask that question and they move like they got a stammer

Manual whip with the auto hammer, leave mans face all over the banner

It's your world, R-I-P, when them 12 bells scatter, shatter, everyone fried like their head back frass up

Tryna run man down and catch up, point blank range on the mains, no back up

Realised I had to get my stack up, then I bando'd like I did my bang up

She talk loads so I hang up the phone, chop up the slate then bag up the bones

Two waps up, we are hazarding zones, my grey ting give the maddest of throat

Before Custom Juice, juice was spilling

Me and Local doing up Tour de opp block, had the bike tryna do us Wiggins

And I’ll do it for the whole of the 7, that’s Woodgrange or WC

I had to greeze up the 9 with vas' cah me and Local never had WD

I was in Beckton and you was in house, got two different meanings

You was indoors doing chores in the gaff and we had the broom, weren’t doing no cleaning

Man know that I might have to eat him, if I hear that he's doing his ting

And I never even got my ching, how you think that I just came off the wing?

Link that, all them purchase

Bruck that down on surface, wrap that up then straight to the serving

Five star, man ah get service, me and twin trigger, man know that's curtains

Big dots put lump in your head like turban, you don't wanna get his burs’ing

You don't wanna feel this burs'ing