Who's Next!?
Nigga wipe yo nose!
Tuck ya fuckin tail
Like a bitch like a hoe
Beat him with a stick
Till the blood clots flow
Splash him in the face so his life don't go
Nigga don't get scared
Nigga don't get cold
We gon slide a razor blade 'tween ya fuckin toes
Told me he was crazy, nigga it don't really show
Pull up to yo shorty crib
Make it go-
One in the chamber
Two in the neck
Three in ya mama crib
Four in ya chest
Five and it's evidence
Six and it's death
Who's next!?
Who's next!?
One in the chamber
Two in the neck
Three in ya mama crib
Four in ya chest
Five and it's evidence
Six and it's death
Who's next!?
Who's next!?
Had to dial back on the hommies
I gotta problem
With a closet full of blood-soaked Prada
And old drama
Bitch I had to operate on your mama
I gotta keep ya ass from talking bout a nigga
You left me with no option
I heard your niggas tryna die
I don't even gotta try
In fact, I don't even got the time
So drop ya addy and I'll pull up
When I got a fuckin minute
One in the chamber
Two in the neck
Three in ya mama crib
Four in ya chest
Five and it's evidence
Six and it's death
Who's next!?
Who's next!?
One in the chamber
Two in the neck
Three in ya mama crib
Four in ya chest
Five and it's evidence
Six and it's death
Who's next!?
Who's next!?
Tuck ya fuckin tail
Like a bitch like a hoe
Beat him with a stick
Till the blood clots flow
Splash him in the face so his life don't go
Nigga don't get scared
Nigga don't get cold
We gon slide a razor blade 'tween ya fuckin toes
Told me he was crazy, nigga it don't really show
Pull up to yo shorty crib
Make it go-
One in the chamber
Two in the neck
Three in ya mama crib
Four in ya chest
Five and it's evidence
Six and it's death
Who's next!?
Who's next!?
One in the chamber
Two in the neck
Three in ya mama crib
Four in ya chest
Five and it's evidence
Six and it's death
Who's next!?
Who's next!?
Had to dial back on the hommies
I gotta problem
With a closet full of blood-soaked Prada
And old drama
Bitch I had to operate on your mama
I gotta keep ya ass from talking bout a nigga
You left me with no option
I heard your niggas tryna die
I don't even gotta try
In fact, I don't even got the time
So drop ya addy and I'll pull up
When I got a fuckin minute
One in the chamber
Two in the neck
Three in ya mama crib
Four in ya chest
Five and it's evidence
Six and it's death
Who's next!?
Who's next!?
One in the chamber
Two in the neck
Three in ya mama crib
Four in ya chest
Five and it's evidence
Six and it's death
Who's next!?
Who's next!?
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Writer(s): Jalen Kotts
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