Next Up by TRAP$TARLORDI Lyrics
Intro:
Ayye
Up
Gahdamn
Chorus:
Next up
Turn all you rappers to dust (dust)
Ain’t going down, going up (up)
40 will split your whole guts (guts)
I got the liver, the guts (guts)
I got is’bindi, the guts (guts)
You might just have ran out luck
Curry on me, know I bust
Next (next) up (up) x8
Verse 1 :
I’m next up
No if or maybes or buts
It’s given, I ain't giving up
Money talks but yours ain’t saying much
Gotta make it, I know it’s a must
If I don’t then God knows that I’m fucked
Cause I’m putting my all in this bitch
Balls deep, put my life in this shit
Aye
See I don't care about your perspective
See this flow you gotta respect it
We buzz like swarm of bees, yeah
We moving as a collective
Testing me like you wanna see heaven
All these fake ass gangs that you repping
Throwing signs but only protesting
Say you street but at home, you reverend
Aye
I'm grinding hard with no deal
Fresh to death man I gotta write my own will
I just like counting money (money)
That’s the best antidepressant
You niggas pay for protection
Only protection I pay for are condoms
I really came from the bottom
God is the reason I let my whole guard down, damn
Niggas ain’t really about shit
My niggas really bout it
We don’t just ask for shit
We help each other get rich
I’m a breath of fresh air, (whoo)
Y’all need asthma pump s
Real niggas feel me they know what’s up
I’m next up, up next I ain't giving up
Chorus:
End
Ayye
Up
Gahdamn
Chorus:
Next up
Turn all you rappers to dust (dust)
Ain’t going down, going up (up)
40 will split your whole guts (guts)
I got the liver, the guts (guts)
I got is’bindi, the guts (guts)
You might just have ran out luck
Curry on me, know I bust
Next (next) up (up) x8
Verse 1 :
I’m next up
No if or maybes or buts
It’s given, I ain't giving up
Money talks but yours ain’t saying much
Gotta make it, I know it’s a must
If I don’t then God knows that I’m fucked
Cause I’m putting my all in this bitch
Balls deep, put my life in this shit
Aye
See I don't care about your perspective
See this flow you gotta respect it
We buzz like swarm of bees, yeah
We moving as a collective
Testing me like you wanna see heaven
All these fake ass gangs that you repping
Throwing signs but only protesting
Say you street but at home, you reverend
Aye
I'm grinding hard with no deal
Fresh to death man I gotta write my own will
I just like counting money (money)
That’s the best antidepressant
You niggas pay for protection
Only protection I pay for are condoms
I really came from the bottom
God is the reason I let my whole guard down, damn
Niggas ain’t really about shit
My niggas really bout it
We don’t just ask for shit
We help each other get rich
I’m a breath of fresh air, (whoo)
Y’all need asthma pump s
Real niggas feel me they know what’s up
I’m next up, up next I ain't giving up
Chorus:
End