Next Up? lyrics

Part 1

[Intro]
Traphouse Mob
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[Verse 1: Jango]
Tryna see them man on a stretcher
Back road on a Vespa
Middle of the field like Iniesta
I got bagged in OT, fifteen minutes away from Leicester
Chopping up grub with my rambo
The cats say "This food is the best stuff"
Do it for the 3rds
You know
Welcome to the party, we pop smoke
This Chop pack make me choke
How many dreads in my zoot? There's loads
Free my n*ggas
I hate them letters
How could you beef with the G's when you know you don't want this pepper?
If I drop you a pack, dont lose it
Said you want smoke? Then prove it
Lankz is itching to turn man off
Sword on him no doubt he'll use it
No doubt he'll use it
Gang ride out, no love like Cupid
Diss the gang, then you're stupid
Bro-bro whip up the work, he's abusive
They don't move bread
They don't ride out, they just f*ck girls
This pack on me, it smells
They wouldn't need sniffer dogs to tell
Get round there, we're raising hell
Thingy in the ride had me breaching bail
And I nearly breached my tag
Just 'cause the opp boys talking mad
Crash, crash
Gangdem's letting it go
Things on us, please don't lack
We got round there two days in a row
And we still ain't seen a soul
Back road or main road
We don't take snaps on the glide
My phone's on me, I was en route home
'Cah you know their block is a cut through
Either that or it's jump out gang
Made man run like Christian Atsu
[Verse 2: S'Kizz]
Bro chinged my man, ask them cameras
They chat sh*t out their ass, need pampers
Or worse, 3x3 they shank man first
Do it like YP, lean and burst
Bow, bow or burst and lean
Splash on scene,s plash mans spleen
SOS for a f*cking green
Wet him up
Inflict pain on anyones pickney
Ace with the shank come way too shifty
Kweffty, bro with a wap come deadly
Shout Crose, chestshots, no leggies
f*ck all the small talk
I beg a man buck me
'Cause I've been on your block for ages
Ain't seen no one
Opp block vacant
So why do they chat on pavements?
I don't know why they talk like this
When they really won't take that risk
See me done crashed it at pricks
Jumped out vehicles, crashed it at whips
You can't talk about gang
'Cause gang done got down shh, shh and shh
Got three in a week, two in a day
How the f*ck could you talk 'bout we?
Part 2

[Verse 1: Jango]
They talk on us but them man lie, lie
Them man lied on the beat
Come skengfield can't dodge this heat
And them man know we ride on their streets
Got half my hood on my back
And the other half want me whacked
Still, still get round on tag
Mumzy thinks her son is mad

[Verse 2: S'Kizz]
What you know about being on bail for a murder still tryna catch another murder?
Me D, one ped, one burner
Do it on my own
Cheff man who's next?
Don't do it like the opps
Get killed for a text
Hop out the ride swing metal with tec
Last time I checked we split mans neck
Little bros got no choice, doing it on treks

[Verse 3: Jango]
Six knife cases before I could even buy chip
Gangdem still gon' take them trips
If we catch man lacking, like we said, don't slip
Well we said "Don't lack"
Four man in the ride
That's a counter attack
Well we said don't slip
Tryna see some blood like I'm beefing Crip
[Verse 4: S'Kizz]
Them man run from us like we got the lurgeys
But them man have herpes
They lick pus*y, them man too dirty
Thirsty, catting for thots, that's filthy
Unlimited cuts he was screaming out "Help me"
Scoreboards healthy
I need to be wealthy
Jump out, selfie
Click-clack, bang
That's an opp boy screaming out help me

[Verse 5: Jango]
I was brucking down light on DG
Sammy on me, don't f*ck with flickys
On tracks he's talking silly
When I bucked him, bro his voice was pitchy
This cali comes way too sweet
I'll be gassing him up if I said it's a Chop pack
Feds in the rear view
Dodge that
Plug got bits of the dog
Man cop that
Skengfield
Crash corn no FC
We don't kick ball baby
Pull up on your block in a four door whip
Then he's running to his friends like "Jango chased me"
Some di*kheads
I'm in OT chilling with bisheads
Tryna get some money
And I bussed them cases, I guess I'm lucky

[Verse 6: S'Kizz]
The streets are cold
You dun been told
Lack, get dipped, touch bones
Horrendous thoughts when I'm all alone
And I lurk for the opps, that's two post codes
Fill him up like an ice-cream cone
I'm a f*cking sav, I don't ride with phones
Fill him up like an ice-cream cone
I'm a f*cking sav, I don't ride with phones