Up Next

Текст песни JGreen - Up Next

Up Next Lyrics[Intro]
C-C-Cor, CorMill
There's some things I can let slide
There's some shit I just can't ignore
Slatt, slatt, slatt

[Chorus]
Who up next?
They know I'm 'bout disrespect
I done ran me up a cheque
I remember all them nights I had to stress (Yeah, yeah)
I see that they love to flex (Yeah, yeah)
We gon' hop out, make a mess
I ain't worried 'bout no cake because I'm blessed (No, no, no, no)
Lil' bitch I'm blessed (No, no, no, no)
[Verse 1]
Liter baby got drink by the liter baby
Sharp just like a needle baby, got stripes like a zebra baby
Believe it, baby, got keys like Alicia baby
White like Justin Bieber baby, put my bitch in a new Mercedes
Put it in her mouth, she suck it like she teethin' baby
Ho I know that you bad, you ain't no keeper baby
Put him to sleep, got twenty-three just like a sleeping baby
I won't ever chase a bitch, I only chase the paper, huh
Smellin' like the ounces in this bitch, huh, whoa, hey
I ain't bring no bouncers in this bitch, uh, no, wait
I only brought my Glock and my stick, uh, uh
So if a nigga try he gettin' flipped, huh, huh
Got some niggas blood, got some niggas crip, uh, uh
But they know what I'm banging off the rip, uh, yeah, yeah
And they know I keep that thing up on my hip, uh
She wanna taste me so I put it on her lip
Said I put it on her lip
She wanna taste me so I put it on her lip, ooh yeah
Yeah I put it on her lip
She wanna taste me so I put it on her lip, yeah

[Chorus]
Who up next?
They know I'm 'bout disrespect
I done ran me up a cheque
I remember all them nights I had to stress (Yeah, yeah)
I see that they love to flex (Yeah, yeah)
We gon' hop out, make a mess
I ain't worried 'bout no cake because I'm blessed (No, no, no, no)
Lil' bitch I'm blessed (No, no, no, no)
[Verse 2]
She deepthroat and she cut just like some scissors, huh
Beat boy a fraud like I rap on instrumentals
I pull his card, gotta show me that he with it
This shit get wicked, all my Glocks, they got extensions
Fifty racks all in Onyx, bein' honest baby
These niggas cappin', they don't want it, they just be frontin' baby
I had to get it, I had to get it, got me stuntin' baby
Oh, they know they won't take nothin' baby
Gotta get up on them loads in the trip with it
Babe you know, thinkin' they can do a split with it
Babe you know, ho you know I'll tip you with it
Girl you know, girl you know I'll tip you baby yeah, huh
I weigh that dope up with no scale, huh
Girl through it all I prevailed
And I got it off a cell
No no no
And I say no no no, oh, oh oh oh
Yeah yeah

[Chorus]
Who up next?
They know I'm 'bout disrespect
I done ran me up a cheque
I remember all them nights I had to stress (Yeah, yeah)
I see that they love to flex (Yeah, yeah)
We gon' hop out, make a mess
I ain't worried 'bout no cake because I'm blessed (No, no, no, no)
Lil' bitch I'm blessed (No, no, no, no)2