Next Up lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Drice)
(It's with an X, n*gga)
Yeah
n*gga
(Fxce)
Yeah
Look

[Verse 1]
I just started rappin' and I'm next up, n*gga
Just killed dog on the feature, now who next up, n*gga? (Come on)
Glock 23 hit you from the neck up, n*gga
They like, "Baby E, ain't nobody else f*ckin' with you"
n*ggas probably think I'm fake 'cause I don't really like to come around
n*gga, f*ck some cable, in the living room, we watchin' cameras now
Everywhere I go, I'm with the gang, we got them hammers out
Gen4 Glock with the scratches on it, this b*tch a hand-me-down
Find out where the opps live and buy a crib by it
You say you slimed out, gon' do some sh*t to me, you better live by it
b*tches wanna f*ck with me, they see I'm gettin' big now
Just because you paid me for a feat' don't mean we friends now
Yeah, don't mean we friends now
Take your blick, you weak without that b*tch, use your hands now
Wastin' too much time with this one b*tch, where your friends now?
When you pull up to my crib, you better walk in with your pants down
[Interlude]
Yeah
Ayy, Justo, we the only ones with blicks in here, n*gga, pat him down
Had to switch it up on y'all n*ggas, man (Pat that n*gga the f*ck down, n*gga)
n*gga, play "Six Flags" in the party, it's gon' slap it out

[Verse 2]
Run up to my camp talking crazy, we gon' back you down
Had to stop hitting her from the side, I done turnt her out
n*gga, stop smokin' them damn tails 'fore you burn your mouth
So many hoes cracked on the sofa, need to burn the couch
She moved from an MCM, she want a Birkin now
So many plays up on the M, thought y'all would've burnt it out
Y'all need to stop shooting up cribs, you can't hurt a house
b*tch, shut up and get up on your knees so I can hurt your mouth
n*gga, I ain't finna argue with you (Nope)
I'll have my spiders swing down your block like Peter Parker with you
Ain't gon' pop sh*t with that starter pistol (n*gga, not at all)
Glock clips look like wicks, you'd think that n*gga Nardo with you
What the f*ck is that?
State boys get behind our ass with blicky, had to tuck the strap
This the same b*tch that shot that n*gga Ricky, better tuck your back
This ain't no game, n*gga, this sh*t really get risky, get your ass fapped

[Outro]
(Ayo, Drice)
(Run that sh*t back)