Jay Fendi - Next Up

{chorus}

Mbm yeah they call me the best man

I’m  to fly there no other contestants

I  ran straight to the bag and i’m flexing

All these haters are mad cuz i’m next yeah

Niggas keep talkin they don’t understand

I  ain't gon’ talk if it ain’t about bands

I’m  not about social we runnin the hands

Don’t act like you know me i’ll show who i am

Only  15 and i’m iced out

Chasin my dream this my life now

Never thought that this could be my lifestyle

But i’m chasin it till all the lights out

Look 

{verse 1}

These niggas be bitches these niggas be soft

I’ll cop anything i don’t care what it cost

Im only 15 and i’m out to the top

Niggas stay hating they want me to flop

I’m blowing up fast and i’m gettin this bag

I’m takin his chain and i’m hittin the dash

Grew up wit nothin i’m flexing my rack

Niggas stay frontin they sayin i’m bad

They hating for nothing chillin wit a fan

I’m winnin they saying i never had bands

I’m making these moves imma show i’m the man

They runnin they mouth they ain’t runnin hands

I’m chasin my bag nigga come get ya mans

I know that they mad gotta rack in my pants

I know that they sad ain’t got time for no plans

Them haters are trash only care about fans

Grrrr poooooooaaah

I don’t even wanna know

Niggas be runnin wit poles

Im runnin wit 4s

5s down and i’m shooting wit bros

Eastside niggas already know

My life been so horrible

No time bouta spit in the booth

Chasin money cuz that’s all that i do

They thinking it’s funny i don’t talk i prove

I’m out wit my niggas we out to the stu

Don’t worry bout me i ain’t worried bout you

Niggas stay pressed cuz i’m speaking the truth

Yeah

{verse 2}

I started wit nothing

And now i’m just juggin

Niggas stay fronting

I’m bouta start stuntin

Bitches be buggin

Ain’t chasin for nothing

My music stay bumping

I making it something

Niggas gon hate regardless

That’s the main reason i’m heartless

They saying i’m ass but they garbage

I ain't even mad i’m honest

I don’t care about no tags
I just throw it in the bag
I’m rich i don’t care bout the past
My diamonds all flash
I know that you mad
Cuz i flex on ya ass
I got to the bag
Now i’m runnin wit racks

Woah

I started rappin
Found out this shit my passion
Never slacking
Gotta focus on passing
I ain’t laughing
I can’t take the distraction
Talk wit no action
Im never out lacking
I don’t care what you reppin or jackin
Just stop all the talking
Hot breath like a dragon
You really all talk
Don’t act like you packin’

{chorus 2}

She changed my whole life

She made me do better

She gon be my wife

We gon get this cheddar

We always gon fight

We end up together

She stay by my side

She ain’t leaving ever

It’s usually lies

But nah we foreva

For you i would die

She told me no never

Baby i’m gon ride

We fighting the weather

Baby don’t u cry

I’m leaving never

Hmmmmm

Hmmmm

Hmm

{verse 3}

Baby you really got me in my bag

I’m sitting here waiting for you to text back

But take ya time you don’t need to be fast

I’m thinking bout u while i’m writing these raps

I’m in the stu making all of these tracks

I’m on my grind cuz she told me don’t slack

Realest shorty she don’t care bout my past

We vibing and chillin we always have laughs

I look in her eyes and i take a step back

She making me smile like nobody has

I find that shit wild she all that i have

Them haters just mad cuz we got the bag

Don’t care what they rep don’t care what they jack

We spending it all just to get it right to back

We out to the mall just to flex on they ass

Yeah

Shorty really got me feeling a way

So many feelings don’t know what to say

We lay on the ceiling just talking all day

She really realest she ain’t ever been fake

It’s only us baby we don’t need snakes

We rollin up take a l to the face

Ya ex nigga mad cuz i took his whole place

Yeah

I ain’t no bitch

I ain’t scared of a opp

These niggas be pussy

They all about talk

Touch my shorty and you finna get popped

I’m making this music i’m never gon stop

I’m youngest to do it i’m out to the top

Don’t know what got in me they call me a god

I used to be broke and i used to just rob

Now if i want it i’m gonna go cop

{chorus 3}

I’m only 15 and i’m headed up north

In love wit you baby i’m glad that i’m yours

Flip the page baby we moving foward

Don’t care if you whipping it a honda accord

Baby we blowin up we gon afford

I saw u from far my eyes saw an award

Don’t care if you in a toyota or ford


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