Next Up (feat. Leek the Lunatic & TrapStarMogul)

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 fuck 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 fuck, 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