Next Up?

By Yanko

Released on September 11, 2019

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[Intro]

Ay, Tefo made this one

Black Gaza


[Verse 1]

I just shared my knife with a opper, how could I be so polite?

Just wet Morgan for the thirteenth time

Turned him purple like dirty Sprite

I tried make the .32 my wife but it cheated on me with my nigga, R9

Dinger or bikes, blood on my shine, juice spilling like Tropical Vibes

We want them man to get red cards but they're getting away with dives

I'm known for ripping defenders, run down the line and taking strikes

Cat's cat when they take this buj', if they can't have that, they're developing illness

Red all over my silver, tryna put a paigon boy in silvers

Ching man rapid, I ain't tryna ching man slowly

I'm tryna leave a opp boy holy or I'm in a bando chilling with Rosey

My nigga Zeeko don't smoke no more but when he's in the ride, he's smokey

They had my nigga in the 'marsh last year, he was doing bodybuilding, no Jodie


[Chorus]

I'm a night rider on bikes with a skull mask on like Nicholas Cage

No hesitance when I swing my blade

My heart's all in, tryna leave him erased

Just caught a conspiracy case

Now I got thoughts 'bout doing the race

If I ain't got the fifteen inch, tryna blow off your head like JFK

I laugh when my violence gets embraced, juice spill on the floor like E&J

I'm a night rider on bikes with a skull mask on like Nicholas Cage

You was tryna wife that J when me and my Rambo got engaged

No hesitance when I swing my blade

My heart's all in, tryna leave him erased


[Verse 2]

Donny's still burning, he got wrapped up two days in a row and he still ain't rid

Best cover your face if I back this dose, if not, get dosed when I pop this lid

They put me on losses in jail 'cause I stomped man's head, now they're saying I can't go gym

How can he breed that bitch? This youte was probably born with chlamyds

Stop coming to the ends and splashing up civs

You know we're on what you're not, spin-ting spins like hands on a clock

This Rambo's thick like Miracle Watts

Might twist my yank in your belly or green bells come out the nose like snot

We want them gone, dead these opps, so we gotta get 'round there and press it

You man ain't got no burners, you got fake tans like a bitch from Essex

Anywhere, anytime, I'll get him, if he's in love; I'll corn his wedding

He backed his wetter, I backed my wetter but who really held that wetting?

The whole borough knows we're winning, I'm a tissue 'n' organ shredder

He got forced to hold that broom, that dickhead reminds me of Cinderella

Make it rain when I back this umbrella, hop out the Honda, man get cheff up

I had your be-hind covered in ketchup, bro-bro patterned, don't you remember?

I was pissed off, I was in jail when my batch got 'round and bodied Nkenda


[Chorus]

I'm a night rider on bikes with a skull mask on like Nicholas Cage

No hesitance when I swing my blade

My heart's all in, tryna leave him erased

Just caught a conspiracy case

Now I got thoughts 'bout doing the race

If I ain't got the fifteen inch, tryna blow off your head like JFK

I laugh when my violence gets embraced, juice spill on the floor like E&J

I'm a night rider on bikes with a skull mask on like Nicholas Cage

You was tryna wife that J when me and my Rambo got engaged

No hesitance when I swing my blade

My heart's all in, tryna leave him erased