Next Up - S4-E39, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Anarchy
Casap, show me what you got
RDA
Who's next? Who's next?
Long time since suttin been dead
Ayy, 4orty, run it up

[Chorus]
Who's next? (Who?) Who's next? (Who?)
Long time since suttin' been dead
Stuff five in the ride or two in the ped (Skrrt)
Heard corn got crashed and it hit him in his head (Dead boy)
I'm a reckless banger, my thoughts are red
We caught Glendon and we put him to bed (Gone)
We rise up quickly, there ain't 'nough said
He's dead

[Verse]
Your bro got chopped and you're taking pictures
Better think twice, don't comе to my district
Restricted, they pull up both timеs and we flipped it
The car ran him off, his head crushed like biscuit (Skrrt)
I heard all the rumors, f*ck it, I di*ked it
Lean out the ride, fling corn at his whip kit
Catch me, gonna back out this shank, I'm addicted
Who's live? (Who?) I'm live
Ride 'round four times
If you try run away, gotta take out your spine
I held it all post to where Chino died
f*ck it, can we go cause up a ruckus?
Chuckers, the A gang f*ck on my mother's
Imz wet Blackz, you can say they were brothers
I heard it's just cheating, I said, "They were lovers"
Don't pull up on me, them lives will be ended
I said, "f*ck Perm", bend it (He's dead)
He's cheeky, D tryna put him on a pendant (Who?)
Heezy, married to the dead like Glendon, really
Can't believe the talk, it's wheezy, meady
Got a phone call from bro, said, "Free me"
Demon, show 'em unless your face on TV
I'm really in the field, tell the opps, "Come meet me"
Hop out the ride, swing shanks, I ain't ramping (Ching)
Camping (Ching), high-five man with the hand ting (Ching, ching)
Relapse, I swear he got done up on a gang ting
Blackz didn't come out the shop, lil' bast*rd (di*khead)
He already got done by a Spartan, 'rarted
Now he's a rapper, you know he ain't charting (Never)
Click-clack, blast him, wan' him
Rise up the machine and empty the cartridge
Blackz got wet (True), **** got wet (True)
****'s wet (True), **** got wet
**** batch, they both got wet (That's true)
LD rose it in front of the MET (My n*gga)
Screw is a marksman, the dotties is best
DoRoad got slapped, man, he should've been dead (Boy)
Trap too shiesty, take all your bread
Trap too shiesty, take all your bread
[Chorus]
Who's next? (Who?) Who's next? (Who?)
Long time since suttin been dead (Dead boy)
Stuff five in the ride or two in the ped
Heard corn got crashed and it hit him in his head
I'm a reckless banger and my thoughts are red (Mh-hmm)
We caught Glendon and we put him to bed
We rise up quickly, there ain't nuttin said
He's dead