TT flake, 23 on a two-ie Jakes just passed, hope they don't do a U-ie OT, I don't like doing deals like Louie, bad B like boujee Upsuh with two g's, like Gucci Pour kettle water on it, watch it start bubbling Straight drop, I ain't doubling Use your chest, stop mumbling Bro I'm booky, I'll take your food if my belly starts rumbling They rap about bootings, they ain't blammed nobody Hold that properly when I bang that dotty I put sniff in a 'rex, and I slang that bobby, TT make it bling, always answering my hottie Left my worker in the trap While I flew to the town on pedal bike, just to sweep some more cats They ain't seeing no racks I'm in and out of the trap I left the door on the latch When I add it up, take a oner off with the shorts I'm a 0-1-1 but most of them are noughts, fuck jail, fuck Jakes, fuck courts Drilla got 12 cah he turned something corpse, crasses What's all the hate for? Is it 'cause I'm making dough? That hate only push me to make more I smash b, whip coke, smoke loud, whip a Z, 26 back, no doubt Feds know my face from the days when I sold buj Comfy in my ends and I got beef in my own hood In the trap, left cracks on the floor like Hulk would Gyalie said she like me 'cause I'm sweet and I'm so hood Hospital Nose full of tubes, got yourself shanked up cah your bros wanna screw MSkum in the back, that's a problem for these yutes Ten toes, what? Where? Don't get run out of your shoes I get busy on my own, I get busy on the roads Keep on braggin 'bout them Z's, 'til I clean out your home Gotta keep my face down cah Sini's kinda known Cah my hood's like a jungle, no Indiana Jones Me and F was in the trap, you was busy getting plaits When your bro got touched, did you even chip in for a strap? When I hopped off the ped, they did a 100 metre track If Huncho never stabbed it, then it's probably my nigga Dappz Took you 20 shank wounds, now you're only bringing waps?
Can't believe u had to go u had so much potential to blow U was my older g U use to run these streets It will never be the same Ill be smoking on my haze Tryna hide this pain Wtf place It will never be the same I go to your jitty hoping i can see your face Man it's messing with my brain and mind We was out ere to shine So much love for my guy
Rise it attack it grab him damage No joke ting told Brodie pack him Talkin Gm’s not rappin like U know all the pigs dem attaching Keeping it minimal Capping Got Year 9’s wanna shine get clapping Trapping, wrap him, that’s bare dapping
Tryna get this money, rainy days, stuck with life getting money, rainy days better turn sunny, but they never do it’s like their running from me. counting by the grams so much money through my hands, yo spliff after we’ll be jumping out the vans, kicked in the doors start bagging up the plants Leave a man on the floor wetting his pants, then back to the whip, lit up a spliff, sent a man blipped, adrenaline from before kicked. Engine on, jamming out the scene like ken block when he drifts. Back to the gaff moving Cali into to tins, weighing up dawg for the bens, starting making my amends, got on the road pushing out Os, dawg and calis got my line all froze. Now I’m chillin flipping flip modes till the reload comes. But guess what? Re-up isn’t coming, so it’s time to get the guns in. Get the line back up and running, Back to the mission, on to the task, threw the Bally on clocked back the strap, shoved on the gloves then hopped in the jag Supping off in the night to gaff, headshots only coz we lacked the extra mags, parked near the trap, scoping out lick safe on the wall, plants in the kitch, pulled the Bally down, clocked the strap back once more just to be sure, hopped out the car, jumped out the whip, coming on my ones like niko bellic Off with the door, like the rizzlas, situation was raw, led flying past my head so I ducked quick, backs wall, suppressing shots, so they couldn’t do shit Dashed to the kitchen, weed denking out like a room for a Rasta, opps charged through on a mazza, mind going under like a lightweight stoner, why? Coz I only had 2 shots left in the wapper, so I thought fuck it, said you better be a scrapper, like a dog soldier I grabbed the kitchen, cheffed him the neck so he’d stop bitchin Then I grabbed the bags, dude was dead by the door body bagged, blood stains on the floor, so I dashed out the back door Then Over the fence, straight through the ginnel back to the whip supping off quick before dibble come to the lick. Tryna get these bands racked, Rainy days but I can’t lack, stuck with getting money, tryna see the light but without getting clapped. after that I was in the trap, stressed out, bunning Cali packs, listening to Meekz and Tunde while I counted up bands, got the racks stacking up, tryna roll with my plans Phones belling out, unknown contact, who the fuck are these man? Beef stirring in the pan, so I suited up, bally on coming on my ones like a Van Dam, wasn’t arsed if they brought the gang, I was on a level coming armed with the AK ready for a bang. 4 clacks in the night, AK spitting lead to the right, hit a couple man but i only got the G with the knife, got too close so I shot one in between his eyes. Leave him in a lifeless pose, couldn’t believe he tried. Too late to give chase, already blue lights in the distance, fed chopper in the airspace, India 99, paranoid, so I did the dash quick, stashed the strap and head back to the whip, yea jumped in the ride, supping off in that GTI mark 5, back to the block until next time.
@@Diaxminator ...theres an m1onthebeat tag here so he's at least defo involved. but tbf genius says mk, m1 and jamma (jamma did part 1), so i guess this part 2 beat is a collab between mk and m1?
uno Im back like a never Left money be the object Im stacking up Bread i got my Man down n Now i got nuttin left in da wap these niggaz dont drill they only drill when they rung nigga trapping i Been From the running From da feds ding dong whips my Young boys on peds hellah opps on da wing they wanna kill me But i still banged for my block Cuz Im a Real g listening to jadakiss i hope you still feel me these niggaz Been fake Ill always be the Real me
gave u sample of beef how u wastin my food fuck wit the opps then ill have to smoke u cuz im tryna spill juice, this more than family feud bout gettin paper, dip him with the razer watch his eyes roll back like undertaker
"Next Up, Pt. 2" lyrics CGM Lyrics Play "Next Up, Pt. 2" on TIDAL "Next Up, Pt. 2" MKThePlug MKThePlug [Digga D:] TT flake, 23 on a two-ie Jakes just passed, hope they don't do a U-ie OT, I don't like doing deals like Louie, bad B like boujee Upsuh with two g's, like Gucci Pour kettle water on it, watch it start bubbling Straight drop, I ain't doubling Use your chest, stop mumbling Bro I'm booky, I'll take your food if my belly starts rumbling They rap about bootings, they ain't blammed nobody Hold that properly when I bang that dotty I put sniff in a 'rex, and I slang that bobby, TT make it bling, always answering my hottie Left my worker in the trap While I flew to the town on pedal bike, just to sweep some more cats They ain't seeing no racks I'm in and out of the trap I left the door on the latch When I add it up, take a oner off with the shorts I'm a 0-1-1 but most of them are noughts, fuck jail, fuck Jakes, fuck courts Drilla got 12 cah he turned something corpse, crasses What's all the hate for? Is it 'cause I'm making dough? That hate only push me to make more I smash b, whip coke, smoke loud, whip a Z, 26 back, no doubt [T.Y:] Feds know my face from the days when I sold buj Comfy in my ends and I got beef in my own hood In the trap, left cracks on the floor like Hulk would Gyalie said she like me 'cause I'm sweet and I'm so hood Hospital Nose full of tubes, got yourself shanked up cah your bros wanna screw MSkum in the back, that's a problem for these yutes Ten toes, what? Where? Don't get run out of your shoes I get busy on my own, I get busy on the roads Keep on braggin 'bout them Z's, 'til I clean out your home Gotta keep my face down cah Sini's kinda known Cah my hood's like a jungle, no Indiana Jones Me and F was in the trap, you was busy getting plaits When your bro got touched, did you even chip in for a strap? When I hopped off the ped, they did a 100 metre track If Huncho never stabbed it, then it's probably my nigga Dappz Took you 20 shank wounds, now you're only bringing waps?
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pourquoi ils plantent mes potes obligé je jump dans le 4 portes qui se fait ching peu importe jme repete j'suis un mercenaire everybody killer donc ca veut dire que j'ai pas beaucoup de pote quand y a du boeuf la plupart bougent pas tel des poteaux j'ai baisé le procès j'ai embrassé ma mère
Back my rambo man get rambizzy step wid my killy I gotta get round wid a flicky tald that yute don't run cah ill catch him grab him attack him do dat damage stab it
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