Lyrics CGM – Next Up, Pt. 1
Text:
JammaBeats
Digga D:
Bro put a box in draws, 35s 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
Verbal abuse is long, akh, stop that, back out the mash and drop that, shot that
If you want Buju, man got that, ban and 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
Mans machine coming with lead, misch 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
Sav’O:
In the field I’m Air Force stepping
More time I just smashed out 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 10 times
Packs on me, Rambz on me, push bike hitting them shoots
Peng gyal on man from the B, feeling me and MSkum too
My bros ain’t down for the stunting, 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 boy gotta go
Catch me a opp then stab up his head, then ten toes back to the Grove
Then ten toes back to the Grove
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 22 chings, I can bet you that he’s feeling pissed
Get round there samurais 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 wetting him once, I’m wetting him numerous times
See a opp right there, tell bro don’t jerk the car, just keep it moving in line
4 and a half, got bags of ball and dust, man slap it in 10s
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, teefing cats I ain’t talking no pets
Bruck down a 9 in flake, and whip it in Zs
Let it dry then put it in pebs, cats dem call for the meds