Next Up (feat. 1011), Pt. 2

TT flake, 24 on the 2-ie

Jakes just passed, hope they don't do a U-ie

OT, I don't like doin' deals like Louis

Bad B, like boujee

Opps up two Gs like Gucci

Pour kettle water on it and watch it start bubblin'

Straight drop, I ain't doublin'

Use your chest, stop mumblin'

Bro, I'm booky

I'll take your food if my belly starts rumblin'

They rap about bootin's, they ain't blam nobody

Hold that properly when I bang that dotty

I put sniff in a 'rex and I slang that bobby

TT make it bling, always answerin' my hottie

Left my worker in the trap

While I flew to the town on pedal bike

Just to sweep some more cats

They ain't seein' no rats

I'm in and out of the trap

I left the door on a latch

When I add it up, take a runner off with the shots

I'm a 011

But most of them are noughts

Fuck jail, fuck jakes, fuck courts

Driller got twelve 'cause he turn somethin' corpse

Crosses, what's all the hate for?

Is it 'cause I'm makin' dough?

That hate only push me to make more

I smash B, whip coke, smoke loud

Whip a Z, 26 back, no doubt

Feds know my face from the days when I sold buj

Can't feel my hands and I got beef at my own hood

In the trap, left cracks on the floor like Hulk would

Gyalie said she like me 'cause I'm sweet and I'm so hood

Hospital, nose full of tubes, got yourself shanked up

'Cause your bros went and screwed Mskum in the back

That's a problem for these yutes

Ten toes, what? Where? Don't get run up out your shoes

I get busy on my own, I get busy on the roads

Keep on braggin' 'bout them Zeds till I clean out your home

Gotta keep my face down 'cause Sini's kinda known

'Cause my hood's like a jungle, no Indiana Jones

Me and F was in the trap, you was busy gettin' plaits

When your bro got touched, did you even chip in for a strap?

When I hopped off the ped, I did a hundred meter track

If Huncho never stabbed it, then it's probably my **** Dappz

Took you twenty shank wounds, now you're only bringin' waps