Next Up song by CGM from Primary Album Next-up-s1. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is UK, Rap, UK Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on November 29, 2017.
Next Up Meaning
| [[Part I: Regrets] [Intro] JammaBeats [Verse 1: Digga D] Bro put a box in draws, 3.5s and scores Phone man if you want that Don’t talk like you’re bad, you ain’t on that Combat, juice gon’ spill like Cognac Whip that shit, don’t stop ’til I lock that Heard there’s a mash on sale, man cop that Verbal abuse is long, akh, stop that Back out the mash and drop that, shot that If you want Buju, man got that Banton TT smash it and dot that, chop that Countryside, where the gwops at Jump in pics, you ain’t bro, man, crop that No whip, then pedal bike risk it, he flipped it Back out my shank and dip it, ballistic Push in my shank and twist it Pebs in cling, that’s Oreo biscuits Man’s machine comin’ with lead Mish and mash for the bread This grey ting’s way too fast Bitch, pull up your drawers, I only want head Man put dick down in her neck-neck Bore tongue, that’s the best Ejaculate in her mouth Or pull out, ejaculate on her breast , [Verse 2: Sav’O] In the field, I’m Air Force steppin’ More time I just smashed down packs in the ends Right now, I’m tryna get this bread in Get ’round there and ching man up Like, anything B get wetted No face, no case and leathers Four door whip with serious members My bro wanna lurk on opps So we go round there on a 125 Bro done whacked man’s face with the longest blade Tryna take man’s eye I heard that the opp boys ran with their shanks again And I weren’t surprised Creepz Sav ain’t on piss He raps that shit and he ran ten times Packs on me, Rambz on me Push bike hitting them shoots Peng gyal on man from the B Feelin’ me and MSkum, too My bros ain’t down for the stuntin’ Digga D grab that dots and shoot Us man ain’t like them man Them man lie and we tell the truth Gang Like, free all my bros, soon touch road How many times have I rid on Bush? Like one of them boys gotta go Back out my ting and make man swim Like ching man down on volts Catch me a opp then stab up his head Then ten toes back to the Grove Then ten toes back to the Grove , [Verse 3: T.Y] Friend of a opp is a opp So I won’t feel a way to go burn that bridge My nigga Huncho gave him twenty-two chings I can bet you that he’s feelin’ pissed Get ’round there, Samurai’s and flicks JSav put his whole Rambz in your wig My bro Digga D had the whole HR locked off When he crossed that bridge If I get my hands on a opp I ain’t wettin’ him once, I’m wettin’ him numerous times See a opp right there, tell bro don’t jerk the car Just keep it movin’ in line, ay Four and a half, got bags of ball and dust Man slap it in tens If I back my splash, he don’t back it up No leg shots, man put it in chests Like, bros got a thing for dargs Teefin’ cats I ain’t talkin’ no pets Bruck down a nine in flake And whip it in Zs Let it dry then put it in pebs Cats dem call for the meds [Part II: Swing It] , [Intro] MKThePlug MKThePlug [Verse 1: Digga D] TT flake, twenty-three on a two-ie Jakes just passed, hope they don’t do a uey OT, I don’t like doin’ deals like Louie Bad B like boujee, upsuh with two G’s, like Gucci Pour kettle water on it, watch it start bubblin’ Straight drop, I ain’t doublin’ Use your chest, stop mumblin’ Bro, I’m booky I’ll take your food if my belly starts rumblin’ They rap about bootings, they ain’t blammed nobody Hold that properly when I bang that dotty I put sniff in a ‘rex, and I slang that Bobby TT make it bling, always answering my hottie Left my worker in the trap While I flew to the town on pedal bike Just to sweep some more cats They ain’t seein’ no racks I’m in and out of the trap I left the door on the latch When I add it up, take a oner off with the shorts I’m a 0-1-1 but most of them are noughts Fuck jail; fuck Jakes; fuck courts Drilla got twelve cah he turned somethin’ corpse, crasses What’s all the hate for? Is it ’cause I’m makin’ dough? That hate only push me to make more I smash b, whip coke, smoke loud Whip a Z, twenty six back, no doubt [Verse 2: T.Y] Feds know my face from the days when I sold buj’ Comfy in my ends And I got beef in my own hood In the trap Left cracks on the floor like Hulk would Gyally said she like me ‘Cause I’m sweet and I’m so hood Hospital, nose full of tubes Got yourself shanked up Cah your bros wanna screw MSkum in the back That’s a problem for these yutes Ten toes, what? Where? Don’t get run out of your shoes I get busy on my own I get busy on the roads Keep on braggin’ ’bout them Z’s ‘Til I clean out your home Gotta keep my face down cah Sini’s kinda known Cah my hood’s like a jungle, no Indiana Jones Me and F was in the trap You was busy gettin’ plaits When your bro got touched You didn’t even chip in for a strap When I hopped off the ped They did a one-hundred-metre track If Huncho never stabbed it Then it’s probably my nigga, Dappz Took you twenty shank wounds Now you’re only bringin’ waps?] |
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Commonly asked questions
- What is the name of the producer of the lyrics for Next Up?
This lirics prodiucer by M1OnTheBeat, MKThePlug & Jamma Beats.
- What is the name of the person who wrote this song? Next Up
Next Up song lyrics is written by Digga D, Sav’O & (CGM) TY
- Who is featured in the Next Up?
Next Up is credited as the featured artist on (CGM) TY, Sav’O & Digga D
