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ofb – next up? lyrics

part 1

[intro]
m1onthebeat

[verse 1: bandokay]
your sweet ones tryna go on boujee, looking boogie, ayy miss, excuse me
no niners safe in the 9 ’till they bake in the a, catch corn in their toupees
half it, half it, bruck it into two piece, age 14, started going on movies
15, when i first robbed me twosies, 16, ‘rales dem tried do me

[verse 2: double lz]
aged 15 when i stepped with the botty, chinged him three times, should’ve said sorry
get real close tryna push it in properly, g check him when gang too bossy
get man down if you’re moving oppy, kermit, back the wap and move c-cky
me and bro blacked out, moving dodgy, bad b bruck her neck and move sloppy

[verse 3: sj]
i’m on the opp block like “let’s find wally”, sorry, i ain’t never touched nobody?
d-ckhead, my blade has done touched bodies, that’s a big 15 when i stepped in colly
i’m in a bando with two brown skin hotties, one give noddy and the other one copies
bando’s tryna bill this hotty and i’m in a ding-dong tryna stuff this shotty

[verse 4: bandokay]
free boogie bando, he got locked for murder, pissed, bro was a well know lurker
turna, that day should’ve had his burner, bandokay, i’m a real cash earner
i heard that the boys want beef, me and dy made him drop his burger
probably laugh cah this beater small, if i slap at your face, badman, it will hurt ya
yo, your olders should get their license, crashing cars on scooters, you’re a learner
all now lil jojo ain’t turned up, face’s hot and i need me a worker
she brucks her back, she’s a well-known twerker, twerker
mad brizz got my toes curl up, when you hit red gates can’t go no further
i said no, you can’t go no further

[verse 5: double lz]
young age when i stepped with the wap, didn’t think twice, just gripped on the mash
lean out the ride or i jump out gang, me and bro in the bruck down dinger, that’s facts
it won’t take me long to itch it and backs, man back out the rambs and unclip that
little did you know that i am sav, man pop this door, watch your best friend dash
a&e, where your brodies at, jump out gang, watch bro double tap
slap this wap, watch you migraine skank, shh got slapped and he didn’t ride back
oh well, i don’t know for your batch, we hop out, slap man right in his back
when we pull up on peds with a f-ck off shank, jump out the ride, ching man then dash

[verse 6: sj]
they saw the ofs and them boy turned caspar, rapper, no, you better call me a trapper
kermit, known as a local crasher, map up, don’t get lost in that mazda
if i reach for my waist, best back up, strap up, protect your chest or get stabbed up
while the mandem was raving in napa, mazza, i was on the block ’till the packs done
and no one can tell me about gliding, riding, on the opp block, bare mileage
hiding, where’s lampost? can’t find him, i’m lying, i just saw the pic of him dying
frying, frying, this beef gets frying
and i don’t know why they ain’t turned pack yet but word to bro-bro, of course we’re trying
ching man up on his block and start smiling

part 2

[verse 1: sj]
i’m on a next up getting told that i’m next up, heads up, don’t get your rasclart head buss
ketchup, spilt alla dat on my sweater, i’m on the opp block in this bruck down vectra
ten toes ting, peddle bike or a vespa, lack like swift and get your rasclart drenched up
man know i’m a ofb member, put down your phone and go ride for your friend cuz’
in the back of this four-door hoopty, booky, it’s me tryna make that movie
loosy, don’t be picky or choosy, i’m on the opp block tryna grab this groupie
and them boy are funny, man got jokes like scooby, they heard i’m sj, now them boys wan’ do me
i’m in the bando with this brown skin cutie, booty, if she wanna bang, she’ll suit me

[verse 2: double lz]
big man come out your yard, get cabbaged, long -ss dots and bro got the hand ting
don’t be getting confused with rapping, we slide on man, we move like -ss-ssins
stop this whip, hold corn in your fabric, chill on your block, no doubt we’re attacking
i’m up in the field like nemanja matic, back this wap and of course i’m slapping
you don’t wanna buck bro excited, bro get ’round, that’s mileage
dip him, knife him, hop back in and then it’s straight over my bits, that’s how i like it
he got bored, needed reviving, hold this corn if you f-ck with the niners
beef with tongues and internet typers, don’t ride back when your friends get knifed in

[verse 3: bandokay]
start of the year got nicked for a m, no comment officer, all the way to the end
lil jojo better cover his lense, chopper-chopper, he’s hit someone’s benz
the boy creepz just surfing for gems, didn’t find ’em and so we circled again
you ain’t scored on the o, can you tell me when? slide on my block and you’re getting ten
this bad b needs to line up the opps and if she’s with them, she can hold this flem
this is real shit, no need to pretend, long live neesh, that count was ments
ments, that didn’t make no sense, t bust up his face when he hopped that fence
black blade swing with all of my strength, swing with all of my strength

- ofb lyrics

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