Next Up - S3-E15 - Intellectual

Part 1

[Intro: Jojo]

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Still by the costa

DC8

Free Bills

Free Yolo

Free the conspiracy squad

[Verse 1: O'mizz]

DC's done this, DC's done that

All this talk on the DC gang needs to be stopped, put two in a wap

Hit the frontline, reload and slang

Free the GG's out the can, it's the GG's that really bang

Out on the strip while they hide in flats

That's fuckin' whack, slide with a 12 I let that one slap

Like missing, can't see them, stop dissin'

Broski just got a brand new rod and he's been out 'ere just fishin'

You bro got hit, stop bitchin', no kiddin'

Slide 'round town and dish it

[Verse 2: Jojo]

Stinky odours, the bando has a dirty aroma

Cats in the yard smokin' food on sofas

Corn just jammed, sell it on, next owner

Tell her bring it to the owner

Two star hotel girls still showed up

Hand off glide, girl come a little closer

Bust three nuts, no way I'm gonna phone her

Grippin' sheets in the streets, I repeat with a mash on the street

No ghosty I made the star 9 beat

Built like assassins, got you thinking of creed

Oh geez louise, how many times are they gonna phone for the weed?

Hell no you can't suck for the green

There ain't no way can't rub on this D

[Verse 3: O'mizz]

Just got the link for the brand new gauge

I done spoke on half their names

Now this bad B don't like my face

They do drills for the likes and fame

We do those drills and do it again

They know that my blocks all flames

But I still clear this pack any day

I got beef with the boys in blue

And I got beef with boys in red

Cut through *** ***, green smoke squad leave your T-shirt red

Air lifted, that's what I call benched

Got beef with half-hearted neeks

How many old friends done got stretched?

Claimin' a gang, but you should be dead

K crash fill up the ting with lead

[Verse 4: Jojo]

Gotta watch out for tridents

Always a shank and do it in silence

Lead broke on his chest

It left him stressed, had him coughin' out red

Pebbled on the box, I don't do it in Z's

Flu season, I'm injectin' necks

Air lift niggas, should've rolled with a vest

Lord knows that the mandem vexed

Big ZK, I wanna bore man's head

[Verse 5: O'mizz]

In love with passa, get mixed up like pasta

Said it before, get turned to casper

I'm in DC, bitch, not Atlanta

If I'm there then get turned cabbage

Food landed, get straight to the bagging

.45 ACP complete that drill like ASAP

[Outro]

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Part 2

[Intro: O'mizz]

Ay yo, SV, this one's naughty still

SOS cah the opps in trouble

No evidence so the pigs them puzzled

Free bro, got himself in a muddle

ZK on, don't ask why I shuffle

I'm from a trenchy jungle

Big guns, wouldn't use no knuckles

Just cool, just humble, back this stick, don't spill, don't stumble

[Verse 1: O'mizz]

Trust me I won't lose my brain

But I think broski might be goin' insane

In the trap maintain, gotta feed these cats in the night and day

We predators, they prey, like the film from back in the day

Wait, dial up bro, lets skate

Heard the Nizz with these brand new plates

[Verse 2: Jojo]

2 and a Q, that's basic

8 4 and a half, that's cake mix

Doubled it up, cakin'

Two boxes of the green I'm breakin'

Late nights in the trap got me achin'

Tropical buds got me wide and awaking

Kicking in doors, why the place so vacant?

Broski's a'ight, fuck bacon

Suck my wood I don't do love making

Big spliff I'm baking

The opps need aid from the money I'm chasin'

Convert, start praying

I know broski but I'm tryna erase him

Back in the station, just got bail now I'm back in the pavements

Lord knows that we don't write statements

[Verse 3: O'mizz]

Masked up cah these feds won't judge me

In a stolo, gotta hide this pumpy

You turn off on all of those undies

I'm on ads bro so I I can't move clumsy

Jump out like Boogeyman

With this hand-ting I'm a handy man

Break down boxes, Jackie Chan

No black belt, black blade in hand

[Verse 4: Jojo]

Most drills that I did weren't planned

Add 3 K's like the Ku Klux Klan

Old school dotty, I'm a farmer man

All designer, I'm a stylish lad

Music weren't part of the plan

Or running down opps, I was making bands

Age 16 with a thousand grams

Age 18 with a shotty in hand

[Verse 5: O'mizz]

Pull up and then bang, this corn is not trash, they talk off and dash

Pull up inside traps, we're takin' those packs and takin' that cash

Rentals get smashed, opps get whacked and shots get clamped

In the ends with Splash or a stolo my broski crashed

They think gang's gone tapped, all we know is stack and slap

Invest in corn but wear them vests

Pull up at nests with a Smith & Wess