tpl (otp) - next up? lyrics
part i
[intro]
aye, czr, you did a mazza still
ayy, minaj, k!ll ’em
[verse 1: sava]
don’t get nabbed gon’ ball like j+++
[?] ting is a brokedown polo
don’t give a f+ck if i catch this dolo
[?] get it done for the low+low
got love for my bro no h0m+
step on the gas can’t stop for no popo
[?] no logo
pree a face and i lose no promo
she rate the tunes, she rate the diss
farmland squad are you takin’ the p+ss?
come at tp get put in a spliff
aim my pack tryna keep it stiff
back road skrring, tires drift
glock+19 they pray i miss
plenty sh+lls, unlimited clips
and if it weren’t me it must be [?]
[verse 2: bm]
jumped of road couldn’t hack this beef
i swear to ++++ turned into a priest
++++ they ain’t worth no sweets
best not lack don’t die in these streets
the only drill jojo done’s on beats
get out the booth go ride for your gs
get out the booth go ride for your gs
go, go ride for yourself
ever since then you raised no h+ll
then you got nabbed got bugged as well
fate will d+mn me [? j] ain’t good for your health
invest this wealth i buy her chanel
g, defeat it to delete it
she ain’t got curls man leave it
swing her to brah don’t need it
[verse 3: mini]
where y+ where you from little man? don’t tremble
aim that high one eye on his temple
they don’t wanna see mini go mental
pop that smoke i ain’t talkin’ no menthol
opp block tour still crashed his rental
scary sight, more t++th than a dental
don’t think that the beef gon’ sail
we glide round there young gs no potential
lean out the ride, no rollercoaster
how many mans been burned no toaster
i’m a real [?] poster, soaker
dem man there are some jokers, bogus
dem man there they don’t know us
aim up high for the dotty
kick back on my shoulders
war is war
there’s no way that this beef is over
[verse 4: sava]
four doors bus’
them man dus’
lean and bop with this ting like hus
we don’t do bails
only gotta get pus’
what i do for the money
what you think i’m nuts?
when us man ride leave holes, no cuss
rambo knife from oasis tucked
rambo knife from oasis tucked
[verse 5: bm]
[?] tryna wash these sinners
bro got things on things
a blacked out four+door ting
samurai sword where the blade goes in
civillies saw him get yinged
don’t ask me ask him
all he wanted was a trim
ended up going for a swim
glock+19 with extended clips and foreign whips
[verse 6: mini]
better have your shank i pack the .44s
i ain’t fencing cats
no cap we don’t lie on tracks
so check the scoreboard this is basic maths
they hate when we’re statin’ facts
we’re slidin’ on them all day it’s mad
can’t chat, hit back, i reload them waps
no counterattacks ‘cah they don’t get back
part ii
[hook: mini]
maniac beatz
they done know man’s next up
feds got me lookin’ all stressed up
it’s five am in the morning
telling me “get out your bed, get dressed up”
one+two+five or vespa
if not there’s a stolen vectra
ying man down in p+ss when they rest up
shots in battle get your head back kweffed up
yeah they know man’s next up
feds got me lookin’ all stressed up
it’s five am in the morning
telling me “get out your bed, get dressed up”
one+two+five or vespa
if not there’s a stolen vectra
ying man down in p+ss when they rest up
shots in battle get your head back kweffed up
[verse 7: sava]
fully blacked out from head to toe
lurk at the ++++ with a rusty pole
these man can’t be on road
so they hide in yards and speak on the phones
[?] they change their tone
and a racist came tryna hit man’s dome
go back home with the waps [?]
and i’m tapped in my head and the opp boys know
bad as [?] onto me
[?]
tell a bad b come road tp
me and [?] try lurkin’ at ts
skrrt back ends, dish this reef
take man number [?]
on the front line my opps can’t be
coolin’ off with a copper, lean
[verse 8: bm]
tryin’ to mix men ting [?], bros went shavin’
fully blacked out, blacked out like a raven
no safety when i’m cuttin’ through neighbours
f+ck with the traitors and f+ck with the haters
like, i wanna be rich not famous
just in above, tryna leave him brainless
woosh, woosh in my hand no stainless
big 45 in gonna see you all vacant
dem man here couldn’t know we up next
f+ck the verbal just give it a rest
someone told ’em better roll with a vest
it’s not a warnin’ i said it with chest
she phonin’ my line tryna get undressed
showin’ me her +rs+ and breast
b and my life’s a mess
sorry i don’t need that stress
get outta ‘ere you jez
[verse 9: mini]
wake and bake
bad b just give me a break
i’m in the a+side like the hunger games
we let corn fly like the mockingjay
three got touched now we got baddies on me
and they know that the gang’s oj
man here ain’t trying to meet
they’re cappin’ on beats
not one didn’t let that spray
tp bop in the field like hazard
you can get done in a mazz+ard
don’t try run i wanna see blood splatter
i’ll show my man who’s badder
push j1s and i watched them stagger
burnt my clothes and bleached his dagger
us man here k!ll like cancer
done it bare face and it still don’t matter
[hook: mini]
they done know man’s next up
feds got me lookin’ all stressed up
it’s five am in the morning
telling me “get out your bed, get dressed up”
one+two+five or vespa
if not there’s a stolen vectra
ying man down in p+ss when they rest up
shots in battle get your head back kweffed up
yeah they know man’s next up
feds got me lookin’ all stressed up
it’s five am in the morning
telling me “get out your bed, get dressed up”
one+two+five or vespa
if not there’s a stolen vectra
ying man down in p+ss when they rest up
shots in battle get your head back kweffed up
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