JoJo, TPL, O’mizz - Next Up - S3-E15 lyrics

Still by the costa dC8
Free Bills free Yolo
Free the conspiracy squad

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 st -

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