Next Up?

[Verse 1]
Bruck down all these squares
I couldn't give a F like Fendi
I was in the trap with cats and wraps and cash-screens facing plenty
Off-White or it could be Balenci's
I'm the one that they envy
Do man bait on the landing
No ramping and hide that telly
Wadya know 'bout telling man come in the cell, bro's camping tryna get cheffy?
What you know about throwing your fists first der on the wing so I stepped in ready
Had alarm bells ringing on E-wing, adjudications: that's minimum twenty
And the gov'nors know my face, oh my days, I'm far from friendly
Got knife, I'm rude
Blood on my shoes, no Loubs
Free Gucci, free broski, [?]
Free Slugs, that's bro-bro, too
Young ASAP soon home, he's loose
Hide in my tank at night time, guv's shining lights in rooms
Early morning cells get boot! boot!
Boot! boot!
But they still find nothing
Numerous times stepped out of the nick—smile on my face cah I bussed it
Ay, ay
There's paint on my jeans but the rest dem clean, Balmains
Different restaurants, different taste
Up in central, tuck that blade
Rev that ped and duck them jakes
Cah I ain't tryna do blue mats again
Trapped in the trap and I can't escape
But I'm hearing this music shit can pay
If it don't work then oh, well, mate
Back to the trizzy
Man get busy
Lizzy, lizzy, lizzy
That's cake
Stop, wait, clock that plate
I think this whips getting followed
Must be obbo, I could be paro
Man get jacked, like Sparrow
Grab that pack, ain't running it back
And any dumb chats, swing shanks like Zoro

[Verse 2]
Just got a call from onion, now I'm in the kitchen playing with soda
Who wanna bet like poker?
Take that risk and bring back yola
Fed's can't pull this motor
Why? Cah I can't go back to the can
And I don't wanna hear no ifs or buts when I tell bae lock this wap
Wadya know 'bout sitting in jail
Dying for bail and it's getting you mad
Food in kettles, I know 'bout that
Whip in the bando; pots and pans
Paper plans, feel like K when I step in the trap
I try M, K, main road then dash
Swing my shank like Latts
Adrenaline boost
Spill mans juice
Tilt mans head like he's taking in the sky
Chain on my neck, just dancing, rarted
I'm young and fly, ay
I don't do ticks like Nike
This Lyca phone my nine-'til-five
She wanna do dates in central, bae, I don't mind
But you're carry mine
No hug, no kiss she can hold this pipe
Paigons talk 'bout grippin', they ain't wid it
Why the love tell lies, lies?
Step with waps and knives
Don't ring no [?], but the trap my wife
You're sick, no bitch can't run my life
I don't know nothing 'bout tax
Straight trap, no scam, I just bruck down pies
Just gotta shop some bitch
Three light, one dark—like Little Mix
And the dot's come long when it beats off shots, Ibrahimovic
Call me Roddy, tryna get Rich, rich
Everyone talk 'bout trapping but I think dey guys, they ain't seen a brick
Dey ain't even seen ten quid
I done put more on my jewels, no fibs
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
Hashtag lit, lit, lit, lit, litty
Everyone chats like really, really, really, I find it silly
Real talk, man get busy, old school reggae
Man trap giddy
I splash out the white like Iggy
Now this hotline bling like Drizzy
Need me a milli
So I'm swerving 'round man's city
Do it like Sterling
For certain
And score that goal, no pity