Текст песни Next Up (S1) с переводом

Really in the field no time for pretending

I can tell you about bait face cheffings

And how man got wrong for being on fences

How you screaming gang when the opp’s your bredrin? Ay

Fuck that, juice gon' spill like Lemsip

In a stolen whip, not rented

Who’s that? What’s that? Get it

Really in the field no time for pretending

I can tell you about bait face cheffings

And how man got wrong for being on fences

How you screaming gang when the opp’s your bredrin? Ay

Fuck that, juice gon' spill like Lemsip

In a stolen whip, not rented

Who’s that? What’s that? Get it

Who’s that? What’s that? Get it

Back it out and fucking drench him

In and out his fat no preventing

Like you should’ve learnt your lesson

LOL you’re fucking stressing

Man step with the longest

That’s me and bro we step with twin wetters

Bare back on a rams no leathers

How many times have we skid opp block?

Tryna leave a opp boy skeleton wetted

Man swing that bitch, swing that bitch

Hit him straight where his chest is

Cah, we splash and brag, ayy

We put money in smoke, he put money in Italian swag

And we really itch and wet

We really step with length

In a stolen whip with things like who are we spleaching then?

Waist and up we don’t aim at legs

How many times have we backed it try splash it

Then they run that’s fucking stress

How many times have we pulled up hopped off

And then swept up hella young men

If he run then I’ll fucking pursue you

While broski pavement revs and, we don’t take no chances

Any opp man spots I’m putting this 15 inch straight were your heart is

Nuff gyal will say that I’m heartless

Girl just shut up your mouth stop talking

And hold onto bass when we’re walking

Opp block settings just got suggested

Back then on a 400 now it’s 300 settings

15 inch when we dish out cheffings

They’re chining up females like how u things through leggings

Waist n up we don’t aim where the leg is

I stepped in the field with tekkers mummy shoulda named me Neymar

If I buck jakes I turn to a skater

If you slept on me you best wake up

I can see true colours without throwing water on makeup

Can’t tell me about black man timing

You think your late but I’m later

Queen Elizabeth chaser ay

And I took enough risks on a 125

Sav12's really on piss your face got wacked in front of your guys

He jump on tracks and tell lies

Or they mention work that was not mashed by none of their guys

Lurk with things and stuff when we ride

Really in the field no time for pretending

I can tell you about bait face cheffings

And how man got wrong for being on fences

How you screaming gang when the opp’s your bredrin? Ay

Fuck that, juice gon' spill like Lemsip

In a stolen whip, not rented

Who’s that? What’s that? Get it

Really in the field no time for pretending

I can tell you about bait face cheffings

And how man got wrong for being on fences

How you screaming gang when the opp’s your bredrin? Ay

Fuck that, juice gon' spill like Lemsip

In a stolen whip, not rented

Who’s that? What’s that? Get it

Part 2:

Gyally on me and Bruce

Gyally want love and hugs, ugh, affi tell the bitchdem move

I done jeet one ting from opp block, shit then broski, I’m way too rude

12Lean on your bae with style, how the fuck can she call man cute?

And gyally want fuck with the world, cause she know that we drill and make moves

Yes I done had my dough and my cheeks in crack

And bass on hip when we sweeping cats

Niggas can’t talk 'bout laps on laps

'016 I was in Cardiff sleeping with nitty and rats

Like I really take risk for the cash, OT had a barbie bankin' packs

tried do man wrong but you know S1 man I don’t with that

Free all my darg locked up, don’t worry akhi soon come back

Like that’s more racks on waps

Splash and limp 'cause we’re way too cocky

Old school with Shh got bored out

And bro nearly caught that body

Dodgy the ting never done man properly

Should have ripped that bitch and fed him again like shit bro hold this properly

Shit then fuck, nobody can stop me

Bossy and I just put 5 bills in a brand new shotty

Twelve lean with botty, hands so properly

Up that pole and we slap somebody

Like shit then bro move from me

Uh uh, no police on me

And all of them boy there gobby

Pour juice, go find you a hobby

When I was down and broke, man flew up upsah Whiskey and bobby

That’s Lyca to Lyca

Two booming hotties (T-Two booming hotties)

Bro came with he stick, no hockey

Said he wan' corn somebody

I told him you’re way too cocky

I’ll come on the glide but you owe me Ps if them boys dem lock me

I’m pissed if them boys dem stop me

I ran out of broccoli, so I just got a pack of the am

Had to put it in my lighties gaf

She said she’s tryna get me bagged

This loud packs way to dank

I said just put it in the back

Give me an hour, I’ll get rid of that

Next thing that she saw was racks

Smile on her face, got her looking all happed

I’m deep in the trap

I’m in love with grinding

My phones rings I’m excited

Forced them bud in the baggy

Man can’t tell me nothing bout sizes

If you do then you’re lying, you’re lying

Big bros in the kitchen, he can’t whip it

But he risked it and tried it

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the big man crying

He lost it all, I couldn’t help but I started smiling

He said «Sav this far from a joke|

I can’t do shit, it’s strictly my dough

Call up my man I need more coke

Me I ring trap in ends

While big broski’s trapping in O

Free up the locked up members

I can’t wait till them man come home

Straightly ammy and flavor

When I rass this bud to the dome

More time slide with the gang

Or do it on my Jack like Jones