Next Up lyrics

King Productions. YounG A
Na Na Na

-Swear to god im get blown up-
YounG A putin all the work, aye
All yo b*tches actin quirk, Aye
Sippin on lean, 'gainst my deen
Used to be broke, now im loaded

f*ck with me, ill feed you a 32
Grew up, Cortellyou, All the n*ggas at the avenues
New York, sh*t all the way
b*tches love the 23
New York, 50 avenue
Ride with me, or lie dead wit 3
Never felt ice, neck feeling breezed
All yo girls got me eased
f*ck You, All me wit the 223
Yea, Yea Shout out Mosey

Family looking at me like ill never be sh*t
Im a youngboy f*ck what they sayin
Yet im driving cartels, Im the king Yea
Running a life, try to stay on the right
Youngest in the game, Grindin for the fame
All these blacks, yo house got a roach infestation
All this money, i feel like a bomb
n*ggas who f*ck wit us, you a gee
We was broke now we all flexd up
My n*gga, Fa You a b*tch, still my n*gga
You know how we be geekin
In a foreign, With all the windows tinted
Got all yo b*tches up in it
I Might have f*cked yo sister
Watchu gon do?

All them ops, gon get a taste
Swear, all these b*tches playing
f*ck what they saying
n*ggas need stop lacing
In your foreign, racing
Look at all YounGs revenue
Got Youtube #1 Dude
Can't believe ever f*cked wit you