CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Next Up? [S2.E17]
Part 1
Swear down, More Money produced this?
Main road or back road, gang still get dumpy, crash that corn and slap mans pumpkin
Young G hit him up for a monkey, step and drill, gang on f**kery, sauce on spill if I swing that suttin'
On spill if I swing that suttin'
Main road or back road, gang still get dumpy, crash that corn and slap mans pumpkin
Young G hit him up for a monkey, step and drill, gang on f**kery, sauce on spill if I swing that suttin'
On spill if I swing that suttin'
Two man by my side I'm feeling like Dizz but no I ain't running with twins
Man hop out the ride, try do him and dip
F**k you mean you got beef with gang? Face-to-face then man move veggy
Aim it steady, rip it already, ching, splash, it falls in mans belly
I'm a f**king demon
And the opp boys know, snatch mans soul, he ain't making it home
Ching, splash, holes in back bones, back road, let me grip it and dig him
F**king runners, them man all b*t*hes
Tell bro, do the chasing, I do the cheffing, assist that chinging
Thеm man are only bad in groups, one-on-one them yutes all d**kheads
Half them man there snitches, neck shot gang, how them man there breathing?
Every time we uncover their plans, they retreat like Mojo Jojo
I still pull up on obbos, swing them shanks, leave holes in polo's
On my life, them man love lie, make him feel it, Jackson Five
Step out, wow, watch them man take flight
Back that dots, tryna blam mans spine or I'll back out my shank tryna take mans eye
Step out, wow, watch them man take flight
Back that dots, tryna blam mans spine or I'll back out my shank tryna take mans eye
Swear down, More Money produced this?
Main road or back road, gang still get dumpy, crash that corn and slap mans pumpkin
Young G hit him up for a monkey, step and drill, gang on f**kery, sauce on spill if I swing that suttin'
On spill if I swing that suttin'
Main road or back road, gang still get dumpy, crash that corn and slap mans pumpkin
Young G hit him up for a monkey, step and drill, gang on f**kery, sauce on spill if I swing that suttin'
On spill if I swing that suttin'
Two man by my side I'm feeling like Dizz but no I ain't running with twins
Man hop out the ride, try do him and dip
F**k you mean you got beef with gang? Face-to-face then man move veggy
Aim it steady, rip it already, ching, splash, it falls in mans belly
I'm a f**king demon
And the opp boys know, snatch mans soul, he ain't making it home
Ching, splash, holes in back bones, back road, let me grip it and dig him
F**king runners, them man all b*t*hes
Tell bro, do the chasing, I do the cheffing, assist that chinging
Thеm man are only bad in groups, one-on-one them yutes all d**kheads
Half them man there snitches, neck shot gang, how them man there breathing?
Every time we uncover their plans, they retreat like Mojo Jojo
I still pull up on obbos, swing them shanks, leave holes in polo's
On my life, them man love lie, make him feel it, Jackson Five
Step out, wow, watch them man take flight
Back that dots, tryna blam mans spine or I'll back out my shank tryna take mans eye
Step out, wow, watch them man take flight
Back that dots, tryna blam mans spine or I'll back out my shank tryna take mans eye
