Up Nᴇxt lyrics

by

22Gz


n*ggas mad, they know we Up Next, hit the bump and then I dump checks, n*ggas mad, I know they dumb vexed, chase a bag, my n*ggas must flex
Whoo, Whoo
n*ggas mad, they hella' upset, n*ggas mad, they know we Up next, hit the bump and then I dump checks
Whoo, Whoo
(Chase a bag, my n*ggas must flex, n*ggas mad, they hella' upset, n*ggas mad, they know we Up Next. 2X)

22 Pull up, I'm tossin', best you start pickin' your coffin, we winnin', y'all n*ggas forfeit, 3 more rights and then we off it, get nailed to the cross if he flossin', my n*ggas aimin' for noggins. They flockin', the bros get to bendin' sh*t, Henny, Patron, yeah, I'm sippin' it. Talk guala, we all about Benjamins, 2-6-0 Blizz, get the finishin', 1-2-3 how I be pinnin' sh*t, ask father God, I been sinnin' sh*t. ARs and Macs don't do mini-sh*t, free all 'em felons and citizens, I cannot f*ck with an innocent, just wanna suck on my tip again. Paid in full, tell my young n*ggas spray if they Woo, hollow tips in the grip, stuff 30 in the clip, they was runnin' relays, they shook

n*ggas mad, they know we Up Next, hit the bump and then I dump checks, n*ggas mad, I know they dumb vexed, chase a bag, my n*ggas must flex
Whoo, Whoo
n*ggas mad, they hella' upset, n*ggas mad, they know we Up next, hit the bump and then I dump checks
Whoo, Whoo
(Chase a bag, my n*ggas must flex, n*ggas mad, they hella' upset, n*ggas mad, they know we Up Next. 2X)

How they took my n*gga Queez, and i'm screamin' f*ck 12, and free my n*gga Beanz, put a beam on a Blick, with a 30 in a stick, how the f*ck can I miss? I swear the opps don't want smoke, n*ggas talk, but they cryin' when a n*gga let his gun blow, rounds sound like drum rolls, I don't shoot from a distance, but I'm in it like Mutombo, all my money look jumbo, if you say you got guns then why the f*ck you run for? I done seen a lot of fake sh*t, I'm just trynna' get this money and the kid trynna' make sh*t. Young n*gga trynna' touch gus', all my n*ggas on pieces nobody could trust us, dare a n*gga try to touch us, got youngins in the field that ain't scared to let the gun bust. 30 shootin' at the opposition, let the coppers hear it, I ain't never missin', boy these n*ggas trippin', extended clips all my n*ggas clippin', hollow tips leave ya' body drippin', yellow tapes cause we hit the witness, she work the di*k like its Planet Fitness, bust a piece, now this sh*t is hittin', if i'm lackin' better blow the Smith 'N, spittin' sh*t that you ain't really livin', hollows hit you, now your body missin', beat the case, then them states i'm skippin', sippin' lean, now my body trippin', gang, sippin' lean, now my body trippin'

n*ggas mad, they know we Up Next, hit the bump and then I dump checks, n*ggas mad, I know they dumb vexed, chase a bag, my n*ggas must flex
Whoo, Whoo
n*ggas mad, they hella' upset, n*ggas mad, they know we Up next, hit the bump and then I dump checks
Whoo, Whoo
(Chase a bag, my n*ggas must flex, n*ggas mad, they hella' upset, n*ggas mad, they know we Up Next. 2X)

(NOT DONE, THIS IS A REFORMED UP NEXT LYRIC DISPLAY, THE ORIGINAL HAD FREQUENT MISTAKES. ADD ME ON FACEBOOK: @JOHN MH, FACEBOOK PROFILE VIDEO WITH WAVES IN HAIR)

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