Next Up?

Part 1

[Intro]
KZ
BKay

[Verse]
Beat off the drum, hit him in his high hat
No trace
I don't really smoke but bro done put him in a rizzler
The ting's got base
See me in the flesh and they're tryna win gold medals
Big man, I ain't got that pace
Fed chase on a 125
Bruck up my foot in the alley but I got away
And the ped's OK, could've got caged
But I'm still slanging this weight
Nuttin' was fake, you clocked like [?]
I missed two times before I hit man's face
And he's telling you they clocked it late, it don't make no sense
Everybody's adding that K, I say, "OK", now they ain't in ends
If you ain't 'bout dough, what you talk 'bout?
I trap from the early morning to the stars out
Skunk weed in the house, got my yard now
Bitch really talking 'bout reds, get the fuck out
I'm in the trap with the line for the days that man had to get hot water from kettles
Don't fuck with beef, fuck with my P's, imma push blades in vestments
Clear skin boy with acne, cah manna got bare spots
Take a next life broadday, mumzy's left with more than a teardrop
SA looks like he's on crack, I'm tryna splash him in his femur
Knivework [?], goddamm, pavement's finna taste bare Rebina, akh
Woulda seen [?], Rebina
That's that juice coming out your coat
Long time I ain't see [?]
'Nuff man got dipped with the bitch, you know
'Nuff man got dipped with the bitch, you know
OD's got the trap line jumpin'
MD, I got the opp boys jumpin'
They ain't tryna get sliced like pizza
Woulda seen [?], Rebina
That's that juice coming out your coat
Everybody [?] like Lee and Bobby
But nobody's getting their P's up
Shooters on my feet, gotta re-up
OD's got the trap line jumpin'
MD, I got the opp boys jumpin'
They ain't tryna get sliced like pizza