Correction Lyrics Next Up? [S3.E25] by Moscow17

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Part 1

Ay, ay, way too skiddy
Gang' way too skiddy, woosh

Anywhere I step, got something locked (I got it)
dots, with my cartel just backing off (Gang, gang)
They claim that they come to the ends when they go AY, but that ain't my block
Darling please, pardon me
can't hold this Glock (?)
Catch an opp, man twist and lock
Like my keys in don, now the scene's all wrong (Shh, shh, shh)
He smells like an opp, no ping pong ting when I pinged that pong (Bop)
That two's got whipped all wrong
p*ssed, now I Q if it's gone (f**k)
Bro-bro stepped in with a [?], then bang and [?] long, look
Jump off the 125, where'd he go, that yute disappeared, magic (Skrr, skrr)
I'm onto his peers, tragic, [?] ting 'cause I 'bop-bop, banged it' (Bop bop, bang, bang)
Hazard, I can't run out of flows, I just jump on beat and do madness
Latina, the bumba is all Spanish (Ay)
She knows them yutes, they ain't tanning (They ain't)
Rizzy, I'm definitely blammin'
Last time I slapped that dots, I had no gloves, I still barebacked it (Bop, bop)
Feds trynna get me trapped in, but there is no evidence that I slapped it
They say M17 do magic, chatting's, none of my bro's done banged it (They don't)

Why is it you think I do [?] (Why, why, why)
Ay, they do dis for the youtube
Look, set in my young [?]
When I press it, it goes [?]

N-no one ever made me bad, I'm bad on my ones, and my whole hood knows this
Hocus pocus, Shh got hit with the wand, he should've [?] (Skrr-dudu-nam)
Are you going to back your bro?
It ain't rhetorical, they know that they wouldn't
Ten toes step, two in a day
Thingy on me, I know that I shouldn't (Ching, ching)
Who's leg are they pullin', catch me off-guard, they know that they couldn't
Gang unit won cah I backed it, aim it [?], you know that they pullin' (f**k)
Really spittin' them facts, there is no way they can let man through
Your whole gang got majors to beef my crew, fans [?] these yutes (Lowkey, lowkey)
If you wanna talk 'bout how many opps got bun, more than two plus two (Baow, baow)
So taste these pellets, no one wanna die right here, but he was still leaking juice
AK, ram', no nursery, dirty, give a man 10 shank wounds
That's worksy, wet a man down, no clue (splash, splash, splash, splash)
I don't condone them tunes
All I rather do is promote that truth, chew
*** got bun in the B, p*ssed, I don't wanna look like you (I don't, I don't, I don't)
Barbeque settings, it's frying, two injured when the dot-dot boomed (Both)
I don't even know them yutes, but rave with my opps n' you can hold it too (Really get it)
Old school where my paigons be, Miami where the Russian [?]
Who's that yute there throwin' up two's, he must be beefing them Tottenham yutes
Two got splashed in a day, they took Double L'z, no OFB
OMG, gyally on me trynna give me a dance, got the pole on me (Pole on me)
Bake off with his baby mum
Even though that he told on we (He did)
Holy moly, we splashed him him up [?], now rolley police all over that scene (Oh no)
Rule to the core, they can't make me sing, no way (They can't, they can't)
What you take me for?
I ain't Jessie J, I ain't trey
Pull up and I'm wavin' arms in the air
Like 'Hello' or 'Hey', mate (Hello, hi)
Get 'hold of your bae, she come' in my way, like what can I say?
Like what can I say? (What)

Part 2

I-it's real when I say real recognize real (It is)
It's no wonder why they ain't seen in the field, if they aren't doin' up drills (?)
All of that smoke on beats, it's fatal
Madman, don't you know smoking kills (Bop, bop)
They call me rampage when I get started, no telling me 'chill' (No, no)
I stepped in the place, my aura's intense, she lovin' that feel (She ?)
Fur coat with a gray bandana, uh, the sign of my guilt
I said 'Darling, love can kill'
She heard that one, now all is revealed
We parted, no way was she real (Cya later)
I can't love you miss, so sorry, it's just how I feel

From South London where the war is real (It's cracking)
Walk with a pole on me, or sword on me, no need for no shield (Gang, gang)
They call me rampage, the [?] in drill (I love it)
Bro got beef, and the opps are forty
Gotta fish that patty, akhi don't chill
Ketchup, the [?] got spilled
Miss OT, that's brodie from young, caught 3 AM, now bro's on the run (?)
Wagwan for that c**t, he got it times two, but still he ain't come (Wagwan)
I swear that your darlings dumb, she'll do anything for fun
Add them bells to this gun, tap that gun, I'm trynna [?] (Bop, Bop, bop, bop, bop)
Would've subtracted two if I could (I swear I would've)
Woosh and push, 125 on the opp boys hood
Jump off bikes, swing it, swing it, yuck, now I got custom [?] (Splash, splash, splash)
Bro's in the T, doin' up 'rijuana, work, he in love with that joog
If I ying that down with LB or LP, just know your holding like 10 (Shh, shh, shh)
They don't back their friend
link up again (Cya later)
Chest n' neck, attempt with intent, now he's all stressed
Yes, come seek your revenge
Abz, that's family, we ain't friends but kylie my Jenner, I'll risk it again

I-it's real when I say real recognize real (It is)
It's no wonder why they ain't seen in the field, if they aren't doin' up drills (?)
All of that smoke on beats, it's fatal
Madman, don't you know smoking kills (Bop, bop)
They call me rampage when I get started, no telling me 'chill' (No, no)
I stepped in the place, my aura's intense, she lovin' that feel (She' a ?)
Fur coat with a gray bandana, uh, the sign of my guilt
I said 'Darling, love can kill'
She heard that one, now all is revealed
We parted, no way was she real (Cya later)
I can't love you miss, so sorry, it's just how I feel

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