Next Up - S3-E11

[Intro]
SRB separation confirmed, coming up on staging the burnout of these twin solid rocket boosters at two minutes, five seconds
Carns Hill Production

[Verse]
He don't know 'bout broad day drillings
He don't know 'bout backroad chingings
On the back of the moped pillions
Slap on the mains, bare scared civilians
I need a cupcake just like Kipling
Sweet on top, yeah, the skin come different
Bro tryna get rich through fishings
Stolen whip, that's an opp block mission
And the drillers, they're realest
For the G's I put corn in spinners
I'm in NP chillin' with drillers
You're addin' the K, get done by sinners
In the T dishin' out raw dinners
A young nigga's handlin' business
Why you think the CID hate us?
Young niggas kill opps, get money, fuck bitches
Me and my crew's like Scooby Doo
When we're ridin' out it's a mystery with the machine
Tryna catch these yutes
And if I chat loose I'm doomed
The meddlin' kids get my bit boomed
I used to bump that queue I ain't waitin' for food
Gov' askin' "Who are you?"
AK from the 6 or 22
Tell me, what have I got to prove?
I ain't been shot or stabbed, so I definitely don't wanna look like you
I couldn't walk a day in an opper's shoes, it's dreadful beefin' my goons
Leave no clues when we're slidin' through, only truth what I spit on my tunes
R6 done said it, the mandem's rude
I'm like Dennis the Menace society
See, the medicine I prescribe you cannot buy in your pharmacy
Baby gyal wanna wine and dine what waste of time, no chemistry
365 I be on my grind, every day of the week I'm lickin' fiends
Magic in the park, no Nanny McPhee
Shotgun burst it, I ain't that nervous
That's why I hold it steady
Any drill man's done is on purpose
Aim at his head, neck, chest or belly
And late night lurkin' murder on my mind like YNW Melly
Double-tap in the back of the German, ZK on my hip man's armed and ready
This rusty's an ugly Betty
Fry head back, back, no Kentucky
There there mana bill them bruckies
But this hand ting's gonna slap off honey
Mum preachin' and say "Lovely"
Please roll safe, 'cah the streets ain't funny
I'm too hungry I can't be bunny
So money haffi mek upsuh, that's country
You'll get cooked like FBG, recorder didn't see what the mandem dump off
Opp thots gonna custard cream, best duck if I see their rass on the opp block
Late nights I be sippin' that lean, sprite and codeine for my niggas that are long gone
Couple man try beef the team, did a [?] with the ching-chong
Thameside had alarm bells ringin', legal visit I sat there sittin'
A opp came through, assault nickin'
Of course I wanna ride that basic pigeon
Stupid governer women, took my television cah man's on drillings
Not gonna swear, I'm out still piffin'
Dank on the wing, Lil S get billin'
Free Drippa Dan, weren't part of the plan
But fam, it is what it is
If I buss in this music ting or invest in bling, put smoke on strips
Bad bitch what you do with them lips
Lick, spit, suck on my tip
She said "AK can you buy me drip?"
I said "No way" like bitch, you wish