Up Next lyrics

(Verse 1)
f*ck that why is we talking if it ain't about the paper
Famous just hit my line he said he just finessed his major
Middle fingers to you b*tches, yea it's f*ck all of the haters
Ain't shipping b*tch we clutching on them cutters like a razor
Free Smooth that b*tch was crazy he was clutching on his tazor
Can't hide when I'm lurking b*tch this .40 got a lazer
Ain't tryna hit yo stomach b*tch I'm aiming at yo taper
Right now I'm on some boss sh*t, call plays like a Raider
Remember we was hurting tryna see what we gon eat
Ain't have no f*cking car we had to walk from street to street
Had to take a n*gga pistol it wasn't like he was gon squeeze
I did yo ass a favor took some sh*t that you ain't need
n*ggas tend to feel gangsta with a tool and smoking weed
Cold world cold heart, so I keep that f*cking heat
Big brother hit that f*cking lick, and it still feel like a dream
Cause pus*y n*ggas ratted on em, now he stuck doing 15
Just talk to Ruff the other day and he said stay on yo sh*t
Stay away from pus*y n*ggas, and don't trust a b*tch
He say he tryna live good, ain't tryna hit no more licks
But by the time he make it home sh*t I'll probably be rich
Peep this, every track I'm on you know I eat sh*t
I'm up next you got two eyes b*tch I know you see this
The f*ck you thought, you know im raw I ain't the one to beef with
Ain't with that faggot sh*t but JayDaYoungan strapped with 3 di*ks
I got this nina on my side, who tryna feel this pistol
Make me flash up in this b*tch, who tryna take a picture
Why you acting, knowing damn well that ain't how you living
They turn they back the main reason I don't f*ck with n*ggas