Next Up - S2-E37

Black Gaza

I just shared my knife with a opper

How could I be so polite?

Just **** for the thirteenth time

Turned him purple like dirty Sprite

I tried to make the .32 my wife

But it cheated on me with my **** R9

Dinger or bikes, blood on my shine

Juice spillin' like Tropical Vibes

We want them man to get red cards

But they're gettin' away with dives

I'm known for rippin' defenders

Run down the line and takin' strikes

Cat's cat when they take this buj

If they can't have that, they're developin' illness

Red all over my silver

Tryna put a paigon boy in silvers

Ching man rapid

I ain't tryna ching man slowly

I'm tryna leave a opp boy holy

Or I'm in a bando chillin' with Rosie

My **** Zeeko don't smoke no more

But when he's in a ride he's smokey

They had my **** in the 'Marsh last year

He was doin' body-buildin', no Jodie

I'm a night rider on bikes

With a skull-mask on like Nicholas Cage

No hesitance when i swing my blade

My heart's all in, tryna leave him erased

Just caught a conspiracy case

Now I got thoughts 'bout doin' The Race

If I ain't got the fifteen-inch

Tryna blow off ya head like JFK

I laugh when my violence gets embraced

Juice spill on the floor like E&J

I'm a night rider on bikes

With a skull-mask on like Nicholas Cage

You was tryna wife that J

When me and my Rambo got engaged

No hesitance when i swing my blade

My heart's all in, tryna leave him erased

Donny's still burnin', he got wrapped up

Two days in a row and he still ain't rid

Best cover your face if I back this dose

If not, get dosed when I pop this lid

They put me on losses in jail

'Cause I stomped man's head

Now they sayin' that i can't go gym

How could be breed that bitch?

This yute was probably born with chlamyds

Stop comin' to the ends and splashin' up civs

You know we're on what you're not

Spin ting spins like hands on a clock

This Rambo's fit like Miracle Watts

Might twist my yank in your belly

Or green bells come out the nose like snot

We want them gone, dead these opps

So we gotta get 'round there and press it

You man ain't gt no burners

You got fake tans like a bitch from Essex

Anywhere, anytime, I'll get him

If he's in love, I'll corn his wedding

He backed his wetter, I backed my wetter

But who really held that wetting?

The whole borough knows we're winnin'

I'm a tissue-and-organ shredder

He got forced to hold that broom

That dickhead reminds me of Cinderella

Make it rain when I back this umbrella

I hop out the Honda, man get cheff up

I had your behind covered in ketchup

Bro-bro patterned, don't you remember?

I was pissed off I was in jail

When my batch got 'round and bodied ****

I'm a night rider on bikes

With a skull-mask on like Nicholas Cage

No hesitance when i swing my blade

My heart's all in, tryna leave him erased

Just caught a conspiracy case

Now I got thoughts 'bout doin' The Race

If I ain't got the fifteen-inch

Tryna blow off ya head like JFK

I laugh when my violence gets embraced

Juice spill on the floor like E&J

I'm a night rider on bikes

With a skull-mask on like Nicholas Cage

You was tryna wife that J

When me and my Rambo got engaged

No hesitance when I swing my blade

My heart's all in, tryna leave him erased