Next Up - S4-E6, Pt.2 lyrics

[Intro: Booter Bee]
Play it a bit louder, bro
Yeah, yeah, it's calm, it's calm
(KD Made It)
Yo

[Verse]
I keep hearin' hella chat, my paigons got hella straps (What?)
I know them little tramps
I can promise you it's never that (Never)
Came up, I was sellin' crack
They know I've been to hell and back
Hit him with the dots, he would've dropped if the .20 slapped (Bap)
Bap, I still slapped his dome out
You deserve a slap, if you slide and bring your phones out
They took my n*gga Jamz out, I felt to smoke the whole town
Now I'm in the back, with my pole out
I've got respect from gun-play, shootin' guys broad-day
15, I had it on me always (Always)
I was ready for anythin'
Where's the dingers you sellin' 'em?
Buyin' waps, don't bury it, ride-out, shoot melons in
f*ck the feds, don't tell 'em sh*t, always trynna nick my guys (Always)
Shootings and drive-by, main road, lettin' bine fly (Bow)
That's all I know, while I'm growin' up, take a pic
Top floor, me and M, F's what I'm throwin' up (F-Block)
F-Block, that's home of the soldiers
f*ck the olders, we got war with the olders (f*ck them)
We spent hella racks on revolvers (We did)
One shot take his head off his shoulders, bow