Next Up - S3-E16

Next up Ay CZR, you did a mazza still (Scratch mixed it) Get a med to your face, don't pretty face feel them much '010 in the field with a football '015 in a field with a rambo Ring, ring, ring, that's life in a bando On my trap phone love dance like tango The yg's don't get no recess Cah the oppboys love snitch like Randall Just chopped up a four and a half Man's dishing out food like Nando's They're trying to put me in a rizz Oh yeah, you will alright Two of them man, nearly put in a spliff Let me show yg how to build that right From a young age man's whipping and locking Whipping and locking, 'till my wrist come tight They know man's repping nine I'm stuck in the trap with the green and white You don't want war with us 'Cause you can be put on a shirt like a resin I can't wait for the show so hope that I'll blow So swimming and making punchlines like Tyson And tell a boy "don't" like Bryson Slapping it off let it back like Bryan I need me a queen like lining So do what I say like Simon It's KSav on the track Man I murdered this beat When I rap, haha that's a TKO Give a man heart attack When I jump out the four door whip Demi Lovato 'Till a man packed, I'm smoking the spliff till we're out of this world Like a UFO My exes never held my shank Had to cross them like tic-tac-toe Nah, you don't need real eyes to realize That they tell real lies Another man got hospitalized for the lies that he told on my A9 guys |Got-got And nearly extinct like a T-rex Really trying to put him in the sky MZ's five foot six but he gave a man tribal marks Don't talk about size Doors get popped Same way that we pop champagne when we touch one milly Pop them doors, so you're up Get touched by the gang, same way that we touch one milly -Got stung, no bee When we slid to the b Me and bro like Chunkz and Filly Hop in the ride get a buzz, no Lightyear Really tryna go on them rides like Woody Yo, when they say we don't slide to B But we slide 'round there broad day, broad day I'm in love with the brownskin babes Slim thick with their bodies, bodies Shawty, shawty if I shoot my shot Like a fadeaway Come blow my whistle like I did foul play Now let it pop on your breasts and back Come on now baby We get 'round there, no motorsport That four to the floor, don't know about brakes I'm with my bro-bro Ace We step, we step Watch your block vibrate Bad B wanna come on a boujee ting But I like when the bunda shakes But I still hop out the ride and jump man And I won't drown to the head like Drake Jump out gang Tryna slide where the paigons hang Go click-clack and the ting goes bang You don't want to get left on the floor like trash Still tryna itch up his back like rash They know I don't miss like Rashford Still put 10 on his top like Rashford Get into beef there's no going backwards Five man deep in a pagan strip You could get bun like Chip Circle twice, yeah we do that quick Spin that twice, rudeboy don't slip, don't slip Get popped in your head, get wigged Or you could get boxed or yinged Score up top for my team like Ings Pass it to bro and assist like Giggs Yo, they can't shame us like Coleman Crash right back, get soaked like sponge I'm tryna make it rain like Roman No shout, you can get Superman Punched Free smoke, got the city all burning You don't wanna get M like Hunch Get a metal to your face no brace face Corn in a mash tryna feed them lunch Ay CZR, you did a mazza still