Next Up

Aye, Choppa make em do the running man

I be all up on they head like a ceiling fan

Make it rain in this bitch I’m the weather man

Turn 50s to hunnid hunnid to a band

No cap lil bitch speaking all facts

I be running through your city with no hall pass

Gold chain with my name that’s a light flex

The ops know what I’m on baby we next

Aye, aye, hold up check this

They be watching me like I was on Netflix

They be all up in my face mind your business

Come up to me with that dumb shit you a dumb bitch

Uh, choppa make em do the running man

I be posted with them bands do my money dance

These suckas all Kaep like the quarterback

Take a knee on the field you ain’t running back

Ou, pops always said don’t trust no body

1 Up top ahk like my name was big mozzy

Tell a bitch to act right ain’t talking Yo Gotti

1, 2, 3 Bitches gone and giving me sloppy toppy

Yeah, She like slow down baby

I just want that good good and I heard you crazy

I be going all the way keep that thang off safety

And if your dude try to test me he gone turn 180, ah

Aye, Choppa make em do the running man

I be all up on they head like a ceiling fan

Make it rain in this bitch I’m the weather man

Turn 50s to hunnid hunnid to a band

No cap lil bitch speaking all facts

I be running through your city with no hall pass

Gold chain with my name that’s a light flex

The ops know what I’m on baby we next

It go eeny meeny miny moe

Better check the toe tag, meet the Holy Ghost

Have it singing like a Drake no OVO

Your whole team get lynched I’m on beast mode

Yeah, I be cruising through your city like I own it

Tunnel vision bitch I ain’t see no opponents

Heard that you be talking like a rat, you a rodent

Heard the ops ask for a statement and you wrote it

Oh shit, bitch I got blue strips, blue strips

Loose lips go and get your crew hit, crew hit

New whip with the one way tint

Got your bitch on the side and she sucking my

Ah, ou, on my big boss shit

I do it for my city man everyday we lit

Oh my mama I swear everyday we getting rich

I’m a real ass player everybody counterfeit bitch

Aye, Choppa make em do the running man

I be all up on they head like a ceiling fan

Make it rain in this bitch I’m the weather man

Turn 50s to hunnid hunnid to a band

No cap lil bitch speaking all facts

I be running through your city with no hall pass

Gold chain with my name that’s a light flex

The ops know what I’m on baby we next