Next Up (feat. Leek The Lunatic & TrapStarMogul)
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Lunatic Lunatic, aye aye Lunatic Lunatic, aye aye Lunatic Lunatic, aye aye Lunatic (seven five seven shit) Lunatic, aye aye These niggas hate how I'm livin Up in the vip, I be countin' up chicken Triple A diamonds, my water it glisten Make her my bitch, she gon order listen Ain't been hit I be flawless killin Deep in her pussy, I'm hard I'm diggin He said that he bang, nah you kiddin I was in that jam makin hard decisions I'm dealin with pain, God listen Twelve on the scene throw the rod and I'm dippin (I'm running) They flipped the block ahh shit man (They gunning) The system is fucked the law they kill man Break down the bag it ain't hard division There's rules to this shit, laws to get man Swervin with bro we like Jordan Pippen Slang iron like melly, it came with extension Lunatic Lunatic, aye aye Lunatic Lunatic, aye aye Lunatic Lunatic, aye aye Lunatic Lunatic, aye aye Combo duo Pass me the beat like Rondo Imma score like Jordan That lil' bitch want me to f*ck her Whole time I know that she be whoring I get on stage, finna be touring All these lil' bitches adoring Ride through my city, brand new foreign She ride with me, 'cause yo ass boring I got racks in my pocket You know I'm addicted to blues Back in the day, face all on the news Truthfully gave my momma hella blues Now it's time for me to win Pray to the lord while committing sins Got a brand new nine and a FN Shoot at ya friends and shoot at ya kin Lunatic and Trap We rock out and rap Playing with our money We turn you into pack Lunatic and trap Seven five seven on the map Most of these niggas claim to have motion but these niggas just really yap Lunatic Lunatic, aye aye Lunatic Lunatic, aye aye Lunatic Lunatic, aye aye Lunatic Lunatic, aye aye I'm high as f*ck, sun out with the Ray Bans Bitch on her knees, said put it in her face man With two hands together, god bless that's a amen, aye Countin racks like five, six, seven, eight man Nigga want beef, serve him a plate man Streets eat you up like the beef on a plate man I got gorillas in the field going ape man, aye Beat on my chest like an ape (Gorilla) Loose leaf three five, fill it with the cake (Good gas) Break a p down, 'til that shit shake Betty Crocker in the kitchen I bake (Aye) Cookin up heat in the stu need a fire man Tryna rob us while we cook get a fryin' pan That smoke is pressure, that ganja I'm high man Cute lil shorty like to twerk when she ride man She twerk, she ride Get on the beat and we slide It's me and Leek in the whip Through yo city we gon slide Lunatic, Lunatic and Trap We rock out and rap Play with my money You turn into pack It's Lunatic, Lunatic & Trap Issa Jefe Beat
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