next up

It's too early to be inside of the crib now,
Two hands on the wheel, both feet on the gas
It's not easy to explain how these kids ride
But it's alright, got a best friend on speed dial.
Yeah, I feel so free now
At the backseat of the whip, spitting freestyles.
Got the J's going 'round the car wish I could freeze time,
Pass the spliff and wave my brozay with a peace sign.
Because, we are still in town, we just came with the package
We aint got no chill,my boys are hard to manage
Pretty baby looks so sweet, on the inside she's a savage
All my brothers keep it real.

Blue skies, red cups
Floating, gassed up
I might love you for the moment,
But tomorrow I won't text you.
I think you've seen everything
After all this, can you guess what?
With my brozay, smoking guess what?
Celebrating, like we're next up, Woah.
Celebrate like we're next up, woah.

Fucked up, stage time, rolling on the daily
You can't see me on a decline,
Stay focused, so I'll make it
Couple losers took some shot, but they've forgot 'bout the aiming
Small circles, I don't link bro, still crazy, still crazy

Shout out to my block boys,
I'm a block boy, I'm a hot boy
Young top boy, no Jamie
Still a player, not a fuckboy
Blowing loud out, kinda hazy
Meds packed up like a drugstore
This bad bitch got me foolish,
Made my heart jump like it's parkour

I feel so free now
I feel so free now

Yeah don't you worry about it,
I only did this when my money allowed it
Yeah don't you worry about it,
I only did this when my money allowed it
Yeah don't you worry about it,
I only did this when my money allowed it
Yeah don't you worry about it,
I only did this when my money allowed it



Credits
Writer(s): Tamas Varga, Daniel Erdelyi, Zsombor Bartha
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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