ฟังเพลงNext Up (Explicit)

Gawd-DAYUM I don't know what y'all been thinkin bout

But I think this right here is about to shut dem damn haters down

I'm from the streets that make niggaz walk slow talk low

With white chalk-o mi casa be siete uno ocho

Brooklyn motherf**ker handle this - pardon my Spanish and French (Brooklyn baby )

Okay I stay clever like Mayweather with lay leather

'Til your face sever one of the greatest ever

Beyond ringing bells my name's so demanding

Sh*t - I got the swagger that'll leave Dakota "Fanning" (That boy still standing )

I hope you niggaz over standing I stay sucker-free

The next kaing of in the game you ain't got enough to be

Your career last a week that'll be luckily

F**k with me the rap game'll need protective custody

(AHH ) I'm the same thug to be surrounded with women

Gave the game "True Religion" before you found it in denim

Feel the "Wrath of Kane " and you could not escape

The hip-hop version of "The Ring" and you just watched the tape (Next up )

And keep your eyes on the niggas in Ward

Triple black in the candy painted car is the color of board

Me or my brother on pall with n'am ni**a

We Trill workin the wheel understand ni**a (UNDERSTAND )

I smother and split a b**ch down to the tendon

High pressure if you don't break your a** bendin

I'm way past endin in my series of warnin

You flex with me tonight playa you dead by the mornin (Woo )

Bun Beater the best ever breathin or deceased

From the South to Midwest Cali to the East

Got to any city ni**a and bring my name up (all o'em )

I bet I eat the best rapper they got in the game up

Call a ni**a up email him or chirp him

Make a meal out his motherf**kin a** and then burp him

(DAYUM ) Don't f**k around I'm not your lil' homey

I'm the king of the underground so act like you know me (Next up )

Feel me

Homie we big steppin big reppin

We givin kids Smith & Wesson's lessons you get left with a sketchin

Left with the Midwest clique Texans (who dat )

G and Daddy Kane the click Texas (word) pop you to death

I put private planes on swift Jetsons niggaz know what it is

When you see the ball cap and a slick Thessons (woo )

(Aight) Til you strip vexing to a movie clip from the Westerns

Sh*t from the Uzi clip lift up your midsection (Tell em G Rap)

He will introduce you to the nose on the Glock fam

Give you metal jackets like clothes from a rock band (rock band )

Multiple holes you get those on your top man (AOOOW )

High roller dose some hoes on the cock plan

Froze but never coldly rolls with a hot hand

We stackin cheese til the rubberbands pop scrams

And I ain't breakdancin when I'm in the pop stance

Bank pounds like James Brown give 'em "Hot Pants" (Next up )

I make your girl get down and open it up

Put my dick up in they jaws and go in they butt

I'm a young hot street flame (Flame)

They call me Sweet James or call me Sir Jones

Two hundred dollar cologne

(Uh ) Board Nine or Issey Miyaki

I got your girl mine meat strong like saki

I ain't Rocky but I keep her rockin

F**k around I'll knock your tuna fish out of socket

Your b**ch out of pocket she under pimpery

She reckless eyeballin watchin my top fall in

On my Lambourghini with the quick scream

Fettucini linguini shrimp and a bowl of lean

What you know about gettin cross country

Ni**a your piece big but your diamond look monkey

You need to take that sh*t back

That ain't no emmy diamonds what the f**k you done to that

B**ch what the f**k you done to that

Now damn somebody need to beat Jacob's a** over that