Next Up - S3-E39, Pt.1

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-five for twenties

Three for thirty to better my pocket

Got this brownin shaking her arse

My wap in her bra, so you know man's 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 making dough

You was at home tryna buss your nut

If seven bands get put on your head

Young boy's on the ped tryna send man up

I'm a real top shotta like Tommy

On the rise when I buss my gun

I was fourteen stealing peds

I had no behaviour, I did it for fun

Rev up the Typh' on the pavement

There's no way that I'm tryna get spun

ANPR in my rear-view mirrors

Fucking hell, where the boydem come?

De-camp that whip by the barbers

I'm charged up and I'm ready to run

They know where I'm at

They know where I stay

Slide through 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 Gs slide through

And the MAC-10 sprays

They're pushing their mates

Some selfish yutes

Bruddah, back your blade

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

Buck into me late night, I'ma back my knife

I ain't into a scuffle

Like don't ever try and get a diss dished

Shh got bucked and he ate these knuckles

In the trap, watch the yola bubble

On strips tryna cause some trouble

Lift up the waps like a bad one's frontal

I've got mine on, bro's 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 bussdown

Press the clutch down

My rear lights gon' shine like veneers

With four Os in my bank like Audi

Little ****, let me make it clear

And if you chat my name on the net but ain't got no bread

What the fuck you doin'?

Bop through your ends on a bait-face

I'm a bait face, who the fuck you screwing?

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're chewing

Phone's at home, that's airplane mode

YD said jump in the ride

So I jumped in the ride with nothing but smoke

Big **** get backed from my coat

I ain't into no jokes, tryna leave man soaked

Don't ask if it's on my hip

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

Fifteen inch or the twenty-two inch

Either way a **** yute still holding 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 you're stuck on a queue?

Wagwan for these new bait yutes?

Love talk 'bout trap, but they made no moves

Blacked-out, bally'd up, and we left no clues

Bang rounds, strally'd up till we get those yutes

You know that the gangdem's litty

Pour me a cup, then strap me a zoot

No space in the back, can't roll with a broom

Bad ones love playing my tunes

Mind how you step when the gang cut through

Bad ones love playing my tunes

Mind how you step when the gang cut through