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letra de next up - calos

hook:
when you see me on the radar, do not come around
if you wasn’t with me then, i ain’t f-ckin with you now
3 shows in a day, i been shuttin sh-t down
all your fans sayin who this, they sounding like an owl

verse 1:
if we ain’t talkin money, i don’t wanna talk
pull up at the bank and fillin bags like a stop and shop
shawty move her mouth all the time she don’t talk a lot
and if she got a man, f-ck around and have to cut her off
hit it from the back, make her scream, she gon’ c-m and i leave
not the type to stick around, but i ain’t causing a scene
i hit the dash, 240, switchin lanes while i speed
f-ck a ticket, if they catch me, then the cops pay me
everyday iced out, neck drippin, like it’s fiji
labels on my -ss, wanna sign, when they see me
ballin like the dubs b-tch i’m goin for the 3-peat
pull up and catch the fade, like a barber, no tiki
smokin on the green, while i’m rockin supreme
i got gucci on my belt, christian lou’s on my feet
i got, bape on my -ss, camouflage on my jeans
it don’t cost to pay attention, but my style ain’t free
my brothers to my left, got my shawty to my right
grind throughout the day, and pick it up throughout the night
i’m a dog, no fleas, but you know i’ll fight
crushin compet-tion, everybody in sight

verse 2:
step up in the club and watching nero do the dance
i got e-go right beside he just popped anotha xan
blunt rolled eyes low looking like i’m from j-pan
hopped up on the dance floor and started feeling like the man
again (huh)
outfit on point, do nothing different
peep the f-cking genes, taliban, new religion
never had a pot to p-ss in
writens in the kitchen
used to having nothing now i’m poppin like prescription
see i’ve been flowin ya you know that i’m the best man
i’m picking off the compet-tion like an interception
a freshman? no debate, no question
squad suicidal, buncha heathens that you testin
rushin, in the cut, vladamir on the low key
i’m a god lemme make it clear if you don’t see
cop a pound sell to town by the oz
if you don’t already, now i know you finna know me
mix up a little an sip concoctions
boppin
kinda like kodak but i’m from boston
watching
all my haters watching
pull up w my whole team whippin aston martin
(yeah)
all this fake love, seein through it like its jell-o
and i’m on a ball, ain’t talkin lonzo or lamelo
h-llo, you know, well no, i dont, who knows, calos the goat, you know what he says will go
i’m gone

- calos

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