Next Hype - Tempa T, Starkey

Verse 1:

What kind of things that you have

When I find out don’t expect me to stop

I’ll come for the P’s that you stack

And come for all the food that blot

Better hand over the bag

Your boys don’t wanna see you shot

If I kick down the door to your flat

Dun Know I’ll clear out your house on the spot

(CLEARRRR!) All the things in your house

(CLEARRRRR!) All the things in your fridge

(SMASHHHH!) All your plates from your rack

(CLEARRRRR!) All’a your kids' toys

(CLEARRRR!) All’a your CD rack

Won’t get none of your CD’s back

Drag off your curtain rail from the wall

Kick off your HDTV from the stand

Run up on stairs in to rooms

Flip the mattress and search for the cash

Make man look down the barrel of a mash

Its not worth your life just cough up the scratch

Its to late to lock up the latch

I can smell the crow just pull out the batch

I’m not here to cotch and relax

And drink your wine here just pull out the bags

Chorus:

I have to punch up guys

Guys try it with me I dont know why

Bax!

Pax man straight in his eyes

They floored me I was looking at the sky

Par!

Now I have to go blind

That boy there I swear he gonna die

You’re not bad you’re a mug don’t think you’re a guy

When I slap man you won’t be alright

Catch man on the field flying his kite

Roll man down on the grass with a knife

I can hear screams from his wife

Run after man let me draw for his life

Bloods pouring I got stains off the knife

Leave guys dead in the field over night

I’m sick when I dream I won’t think of him twice

Verse 2:

What you know about the allstar pars

Dont want to see man driving his car

Hide behind the tints with the leng in the car

I jumped out the car put the leng to his heart

I said get out the CARRRRRRRRRR!

I said this aint a PARRR!

I smashed the window dragged man out the car

DRAPESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Get out the car

If you dont get out the car

Dont want to see man shooting the star

You better not dare me now

I dont care if youve got friends in your car

Light up your whip and all of your spars

Watch some of them roll out of the car

Run down the road im chasing them far

Why didnt they comply from the start

Tryna hype up on the mic

While i spray my bars on the mic

SLAP!

Dont hype up on the mic

KICK!

Now who here wants to fight

Stangle man with the microphone lead

Bax manz head with the side off the mic

Try it in my face i’m not taking it light

drag man down to the floor (?)

Chorus:

I have to punch up guys

Guys try it with me I dont know why

Bax!

Pax man straight in his eyes

They floored me I was looking at the sky

Par!

Now I have to go blind

That boy there I swear he gonna die

You’re not bad you’re a mug don’t think you’re a guy

When I slap man you won’t be alright

Catch man on the field flying his kite

Roll man down on the grass with a knife

I can hear screams from his wife

Run after man let me draw for his life

Bloods pouring I got stains off the knife

Leave guys dead in the field over night

I’m sick when I dream I won’t think of him twice

Verse 3:

Pulling out lengs everywhere

Dun know we got the shotgun there

Boy man down from the side off the stairs

See them man tryna run over there

Run after man chase man down over there

Hop the railings them man over there

WOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

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