Next Up

Everybody saying that I'm next up
Balling like I'm Kobe through the pressure
Oh that was your bitch then why her legs up
Knew she was a hoe so I ain't stress her
Pass her to the gang she ran her mileage up
So much guap on me can't fold my wallet bruh
All this drip on me could be a stylist huh

Blue cheese in my pockets stuffed with hella mold
Just was down broke as shit but still ain't share no clothes
I been locked inside the stu like my name Jericho
Now I'm balling on these niggas feel like Derrick Rose
And I rock designer clothes straight from fashion shows
And I'm fucking foreign hoes can't pronounce they name
Niggas see I'm up and now they wanna say I changed
Really think they mad as fuck cause they had stayed the same

Yuh Everybody saying that I'm next up
Balling like I'm Kobe through the pressure
Oh that was your bitch then why her legs up
Knew she was a hoe so I ain't stress her
Pass her to the gang she ran her mileage up
So much guap on me can't fold my wallet bruh
All this drip on me could be a stylist huh Van Gogh



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Writer(s): Christopher Green
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