Next Up ft. Barretta Lyrics

Yeah, bitch, I'm next up, fuckin' round with me, you catching smoke, lil' bitch, it's pressure

All these niggas tote, shit ain't no joke, bitch, you ain't special, heard she a hoe

Niggas speakin' on her sayin' shit that I ain't know, yeah

How you let him fuck, bitch, keep it a buck

That hoe lost my trust, just so she could catch her nut

No nigga dont fall for her, never knew if I could fall in love

Real nigga, know I'm ballin' up, she don't look me in my eyes enough

Yeah, bitch, I'm gone, I cannot be home, don't wanna do this shit no more

Bitch, I'm tired of bein' broke, tryna stack this cheddar call up bro, that be Barretta

Yeah, she sendin' me these mixed signals, mixed signals

I can't comprehend, you need to write out the issue, write out the issue

I'm a lovely friend, lil' ho, but I cannot kiss you

See my target, then I creep in closer, then I press the issue

Bitch, if you want it, keep it quiet, can you add suppression

You too low, you gotta raise the volume in compression

Cut his throat, I'm feelin' violent, I'm gon' snatch his necklace

Nigga's pussy not gon' try it, that's gon' be his next one

Just gotta do it , this not Nike gotta get the check up

I Just had a threesome with two hoes, one Violent and Vanessa

Way I send my shooter he on go, he wildin', he don't mess up

We drop hits and get them M's, we still gon' spread that message, no cap