Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Next Up, artist - Mixtape Madness.
Date of issue: 05.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Next Up |
Really in the field no time for pretending |
I can tell you about bait face cheffings |
And how man got wrong for being on fences |
How you screaming gang when the opp’s your bredrin? |
Ay |
Fuck that, juice gon' spill like Lemsip |
In a stolen whip, not rented |
Who’s that? |
What’s that? |
Get it |
Really in the field no time for pretending |
I can tell you about bait face cheffings |
And how man got wrong for being on fences |
How you screaming gang when the opp’s your bredrin? |
Ay |
Fuck that, juice gon' spill like Lemsip |
In a stolen whip, not rented |
Who’s that? |
What’s that? |
Get it |
Who’s that? |
What’s that? |
Get it |
Back it out and fucking drench him |
In and out his fat no preventing |
Like you should’ve learnt your lesson |
LOL you’re fucking stressing |
Man step with the longest |
That’s me and bro we step with twin wetters |
Bare back on a rams no leathers |
How many times have we skid opp block? |
Tryna leave a opp boy skeleton wetted |
Man swing that bitch, swing that bitch |
Hit him straight where his chest is |
Cah, we splash and brag, ayy |
We put money in smoke, he put money in Italian swag |
And we really itch and wet |
We really step with length |
In a stolen whip with things like who are we spleaching then? |
Waist and up we don’t aim at legs |
How many times have we backed it try splash it |
Then they run that’s fucking stress |
How many times have we pulled up hopped off |
And then swept up hella young men |
If he run then I’ll fucking pursue you |
While broski pavement revs and, we don’t take no chances |
Any opp man spots I’m putting this 15 inch straight were your heart is |
Nuff gyal will say that I’m heartless |
Girl just shut up your mouth stop talking |
And hold onto bass when we’re walking |
Opp block settings just got suggested |
Back then on a 400 now it’s 300 settings |
15 inch when we dish out cheffings |
They’re chining up females like how u things through leggings |
Waist n up we don’t aim where the leg is |
I stepped in the field with tekkers mummy shoulda named me Neymar |
If I buck jakes I turn to a skater |
If you slept on me you best wake up |
I can see true colours without throwing water on makeup |
Can’t tell me about black man timing |
You think your late but I’m later |
Queen Elizabeth chaser ay |
And I took enough risks on a 125 |
Sav12's really on piss your face got wacked in front of your guys |
He jump on tracks and tell lies |
Or they mention work that was not mashed by none of their guys |
Lurk with things and stuff when we ride |
Really in the field no time for pretending |
I can tell you about bait face cheffings |
And how man got wrong for being on fences |
How you screaming gang when the opp’s your bredrin? |
Ay |
Fuck that, juice gon' spill like Lemsip |
In a stolen whip, not rented |
Who’s that? |
What’s that? |
Get it |
Really in the field no time for pretending |
I can tell you about bait face cheffings |
And how man got wrong for being on fences |
How you screaming gang when the opp’s your bredrin? |
Ay |
Fuck that, juice gon' spill like Lemsip |
In a stolen whip, not rented |
Who’s that? |
What’s that? |
Get it |
Part 2: |
Gyally on me and Bruce |
Gyally want love and hugs, ugh, affi tell the bitchdem move |
I done jeet one ting from opp block, shit then broski, I’m way too rude |
12Lean on your bae with style, how the fuck can she call man cute? |
And gyally want fuck with the world, cause she know that we drill and make moves |
Yes I done had my dough and my cheeks in crack |
And bass on hip when we sweeping cats |
Niggas can’t talk 'bout laps on laps |
'016 I was in Cardiff sleeping with nitty and rats |
Like I really take risk for the cash, OT had a barbie bankin' packs |
tried do man wrong but you know S1 man I don’t with that |
Free all my darg locked up, don’t worry akhi soon come back |
Like that’s more racks on waps |
Splash and limp 'cause we’re way too cocky |
Old school with Shh got bored out |
And bro nearly caught that body |
Dodgy the ting never done man properly |
Should have ripped that bitch and fed him again like shit bro hold this properly |
Shit then fuck, nobody can stop me |
Bossy and I just put 5 bills in a brand new shotty |
Twelve lean with botty, hands so properly |
Up that pole and we slap somebody |
Like shit then bro move from me |
Uh uh, no police on me |
And all of them boy there gobby |
Pour juice, go find you a hobby |
When I was down and broke, man flew up upsah Whiskey and bobby |
That’s Lyca to Lyca |
Two booming hotties (T-Two booming hotties) |
Bro came with he stick, no hockey |
Said he wan' corn somebody |
I told him you’re way too cocky |
I’ll come on the glide but you owe me Ps if them boys dem lock me |
I’m pissed if them boys dem stop me |
I ran out of broccoli, so I just got a pack of the am |
Had to put it in my lighties gaf |
She said she’s tryna get me bagged |
This loud packs way to dank |
I said just put it in the back |
Give me an hour, I’ll get rid of that |
Next thing that she saw was racks |
Smile on her face, got her looking all happed |
I’m deep in the trap |
I’m in love with grinding |
My phones rings I’m excited |
Forced them bud in the baggy |
Man can’t tell me nothing bout sizes |
If you do then you’re lying, you’re lying |
Big bros in the kitchen, he can’t whip it |
But he risked it and tried it |
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the big man crying |
He lost it all, I couldn’t help but I started smiling |
He said «Sav this far from a joke| |
I can’t do shit, it’s strictly my dough |
Call up my man I need more coke |
Me I ring trap in ends |
While big broski’s trapping in O |
Free up the locked up members |
I can’t wait till them man come home |
Straightly ammy and flavor |
When I rass this bud to the dome |
More time slide with the gang |
Or do it on my Jack like Jones |