Lyrics Next Hype - Tempa T

Next Hype

What kind of things that you have
When I find out don’t expect me to stop
I’ll come for the P’s that you stack
And come for all the food that you blot
Better hand over the bag
Your boys don’t wanna see you shot
If I kick down the door to your flat
Dun Know I’ll clear out your house on the spot
(CLEAR!) All the things in your house
(CLEAR!) All the things in your fridge
(SMASH!) All your plates from your rack
(CLEAR!) All’a your kids' toys
(CLEAR!) All’a your CD rack
Won’t get none of your CD’s back
Drag off your curtain rail from the wall
Kick off your HDTV from the stand
Run up on stairs into rooms
Flip the mattress and search for the cash
Make man look down the barrel of a mash
It’s not worth your life, just cough up the scratch
It’s too late to lock up the latch
I can smell the crow, just pull out the batch
I’m not here to cotch or relax
And drink your wine here just pull out the bags
I have to punch up guys
Guys try it with me, I don’t know why
Bax!
Pax man straight in his eyes
They floored me I was looking at the sky
Par!
Now I have to go blind
That boy there I swear he gonna die
You’re not bad you’re a mug don’t think you’re a guy
When I slap man you won’t be alright
Catch man on the field flying his kite
Roll man down on the grass with a knife
Watch as his friends disperse out of sight from afar
I can hear screams from his wife
Run after man let me draw for his life
Blood’s pouring I got stains off the knife
Leave guys dead in the field over night
I’m sick, when I dream I won’t think of them twice
What d’you know about the All Star pars?
Don’t wanna see man driving his car
I’m behind tints with the leng in the car
I jumped out the car put the leng to his car
I said «get out the CAR!»
I said «this ain’t a PAR!»
Smash the window, drag man out the car
(DRAPES!) Get out the car!
If you don’t get out the car
Don’t wanna see man shooting at star
You better not dare me now
I don’t care if you got friends in your car
Light up your whip and all of your spars
Watch some of them roll out of the car
Run down the road I’m chasing them far
Why didn’t they comply from the start
Tryna hype up on the mic
While I spray my bars on the mic
(SLAP!) Don’t hype up on the mic
(KICK!) Now who here wants to fight
Strangle man with the microphone lead
Bax mans head with the side of the mic
Shout at mans face I’m not taking it light
Drag man down to the floor thats right
Pulling out lengs everywhere
Dun kno we got the shotgun there
Boy man down from the side of the stairs
See that man tryna run over there
Run after man chase man over there
Hop the railings chase man over there
WOYYYY!
Straight over there
I locked on the sight now yout’s down there
So I jumped downstairs
Now who here wants to fuck around in here
Stay down, keep your head to the ground
Dun know I’ll shoot off your headtop clear
No, it was a war last year
This year it’s kicking off right here
This year it’s kicking off right here
Dun know we got the shotgun there
If I go make me a mask
No one see who boyed off the ting
Run up on man I’ll boy off the ting
Hop the railings and boy off the ting
WOYYYY!
Make me a mask
No one see who boyed off the ting
Run out the bush and boy off the ting
You’re screaming please don’t boy off the ting!
Are you fucking mad?
Next hype
What everyone’s asking me when’s the next tune?
This is the fucking next tune, are you dumb?
Next hype, Slew Dem, free Chronik you mad?
Big up Esco, Rage, Shorty Smalls.
Slewww demmmm.
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