Who Got Next Freestyle (feat. Set Da Trend) - Statik Bands

Grrah-grrah DOA, DOA Like Like, grrah-grrah Grrah-grrah Be yourself and stay up in ya lane (lane) Why you runnin'? I ain't even flame Shoot wit' double hands, that's how I got my aim Eli got shot, he walkin' wit' a cane (cane) And Sha Gz keep mentionin' my name (like, huh?) When you see me, nigga, you better flame, like And you said Dougie B gon' get murdered? That's my brother, I'm uppin' that thang DOA, I'ma geek on the track (bitch) EBK, I'ma leave it like that, like (like that) Everything dead, I ain't givin' no dap (bitch) If you ridin' wit' 'em them, then you getting tapped (like, grrah) And they like, "Kay, he kinda cool" (cool) Niggas pussy, nigga, we ain't cool Niggas smokin' wit' niggas who smokin' my mans? That's on bro, I'm uppin' on him too (grrah, grrah) Niggas politickin', they be fake (fake) Wanna talk, then fuck up out my face My chop' getting up, fuck who in the way (like, what?) Get up wit' me if you feel a way Or I get up wit' you nigga, either way (where you at?) Done talkin', bitch it's EBK (like, huh?) 700, bitch, it's DOA When you see me, nigga, word to Blay Speak on the dead, no takin' it back (what?) I be buggin', I'm quick to attack (damn) I can't go out like Lotti or Matt (what?) Keep a pole, brodie told me, "Don't lack" Mula keep shootin', leave 'em on the pavement (baow) I can't talk about that situation Pop me a Perky, got me elevated They like, "YB, you different" Run down, watch me get to clickin' I start throwin' bullets like a pitcher Lotti, he dead, spin through the Hav (gang) I'm tryna shoot it, aim it at his face Too many opps livin' up, it's a shame Sha Gz got beat, where the fuck was your gang? Two sleez slide up wit' the stick, let it bang (grrah, with the stick, let it bang, like, with the stick, let it-) On court, actin' bad wit' a deucey (deucey) Talkin' hot, you get burned like a loosie After loosie, get schooled wit' this toolie Baba, she lined him, tricked him, he a foolie Totin' guns, ain't talkin' Call of Duty (grrah) Wet him up, ain't talkin' no jacuzzi (grrah) Mr. Make-a-movie, leave 'em gooey (grrah, grrah) You gon' hold the stick or you gon' boom it? (Grrah-grrah, boom)

Gang, gang, gang (Beats by Yamaica Productions, baby) It's Set Da Trend, you really buggin' Gang, gang, gang Like, what? Gang, gang, gang Gang, gang, gang (Like, what? Like, how?) Gang, gang, gang (Grrah-grrah) Ball like Diddy, I ain't switchin' my team (What?) True weapon, it came with a beam (Baow) Catch me a bunny, get shot out his dreams Like, what? Like, how? You can't wait 'till you catch you a what? (What?) Lil' nigga I stay with a Flocka (Flocka) Kay-Kay, he hop out the V, get to flockin' (Boom, boom, boom) Like, what? Like, how? (Like, how?) Roscoe, you throwing up SexMoneyK? (Like, what?) When I see you, send shots at ya face (Baow) Spinnin' the Hill, watch 'em pick up the pace All K's come after the Y OY's I see gotta die OY's I see gotta die OY's I see gotta die OY's I see gotta die (All O's shot) Me and brodie go 50 for 50 We spinnin' the Hill and we makin it litty JO, he hot, boy, we runnin' the city Like, what? Like, how? Red dot hold 17 shots (What?) I ain't gon' miss, put a Gz in a box (Baow, baow, baow, baow) Red dot hold 17 shots I ain't gon' miss, put a Gz in a box (Baow, baow) They mad the Flocks in the spot (What?) They mad the Flocks in the spot I'm in the spot wit' a whole lotta chops I'm in the spot wit' a whole lotta chops (Wit' a whole lotta knockers) All K's come after the Y That's a new O that got put in the box All K's come after the Y That's a new O that got put in the box YGK, OGz to my dick Lotti my spliff, it's punchin' and shit Dummy got poked and he restin' in piss (He got poked) Like, what? Like, how? Delilah went out in a headshot Lil nigga that's D&D Snatchin' his chain, no PNV All black for the drill, you ain't seeing me Delilah went out in a headshot Lil nigga that's D&D Snatchin' his chain, no PNV All black for the drill, you ain't seeing me, ain't seeing me 94K, DrillyK, Sevv4K, all y'all niggas can suck my dick, nigga He got sent to the air, no BnB I'll be damned if I go out like Dubs Throw up a O, bitch, you catch a slug OY-OGz gotta add a K (Nigga) Sit back, smoking on some Caine All we call 'em Country, dig 'em out the grave Oh, you think I'm lackin'? Knocker on my waist Faceshot gang, now I'm skipping states Smoking on this Dummy make it ease the pain Talking on JB, is you ready to die? Oh, you jackin' OY, hollows hit his mind Dont go out like Keem, that nigga pussy, think he touchin' me? Got a Glock and it hold 23 Spot 'em, I got 'em, put him on a tee I'm like Freddy bitch, I'm in ya dreams I'm like Freddy bitch, I'm in ya dreams (All O's shot) Y'all know who the fuck I'm smoking on, nigga (All O's shot) Dummy, Lotti, Delilah (All O's shot), Baby Jet, nigga (All O's shot) I'm smokin' on all the new dead opps (All O's shot), nigga (All O's shot) I'm smokin' Caine (All O's shot), I'm smokin' all them dead niggas (All O's shot) All y'all niggas can suck my dick (All O's shot) (Every opp shot, pussy) All O's shot

JB gang, Nazzy gang, JayRip gang Go through a lot of shit, man They like, "Setty, why you always in the fuckin' bag?" Why you in your bag Shit, I don't know man, we gon' get through this shit though And this beat from Cash, not from YouTube When I'm gone, hope you never forget me Took her heart, I don't know how I'm living I been feeling lonely for a minute Grandma praying for me, but I'm sinning When I told you I love you, I meant it Some days, I be feeling neglected How you smiling, going through depression Whole lot of shit I don't get to mention Only call me when it's beneficial You don't check up on me, I was going through it, but these niggas claiming they love me It was rainy, it was never sunny Wanna be with me cause I got money Acting posted, like you need a honey She miss Setty when I'm in her tummy, she can't take it Taking percs 'til the day, I'm just praying I make it Keep it real, why the fuck would I fake it? Lost my brother, like, why you ain't take me? Put my all in this shit, you was always right there When a nigga was slipping and falling and shit I ain't falling for shit I'ma get up, buy your momma a house Know you makking with JB, I'm balling for him I mix the percs with the Xans and just stick to myself, wishing I could just call him again I know they want me to lose and I put that on JayRipk, I never did nothing to them Lately I'm stuck in my feelings, I'm hoping the Xannies could make me forget, but I can't Know I'm bout to ride, I ain't talking rental I be crying on these instrumentals No, you can't relate you don't know what I been through Ten toes, know I'm really official It's a problem then we solving that issue, and I promise (On gang, Nazzy gang, Nazzy) When I'm gone, hope you never forget me Took her heart, I don't know how I'm living I been feeling lonely for a minute Grandma praying for me, but I'm sinning When I told you I love you, I meant it Some days, I be feeling neglected How you smiling, going through depression Whole lot of shit I don't get to mention Only call me when it's beneficial You don't check up on me, I was going through it But these niggas claiming they love me It was rainy, it was never sunny Wanna be with me cause I got money Acting posted, like you need a honey She like, "Setty, why you moving funny?" She like, "Setty, why you moving funny?"

Put up, what up, bo bo bo Suckers want to flow But they got no show So I'm a grab the mic Flip a script and leave you stunned Buckshot's the one That gets the job done Mic check, I get Paid to wreck your set Get ready to jet Cause I'm a threat to your fret No holds barred And complete move fakers Best to be the backup Watch your girl, I might take her If she's a crab I'm a diss her and slide If she try to riff I got my Smith on my side Word to God Here I come, so make way Rugged and rough Killing your set every day Microphone check One, two, here we go And I'm a let you know Who got the flow Spitting my verbs like An automatic weapon Suckers keep stepping Cause I'm a let you know [CHORUS] Who got the props Who got the props 5ft, Evil Dee, and Buckshot [Repeat CHORUS 3x] One Mississippi, two Mississippi Sucker tried to diss me Ao I played him like A hippie from the 60's But I'm a get paid from the 90's Quick to play you Little Rascals out like Stymie Kicking flavor With my Life Saver techniques Guaranteed to move feets And I go on for weeks Maybe years if my peers Give me ears to fill Lick off a shot and Act ill, parlay and chill See I paid my dues Now you can't tell me nothing This is dedicated to the Ones who kept fronting The ones who tried to Diss and play high, oh, no Just cause you had low See now I got dough And I'm paid out my rectum Meaning my backbone Grab the mic, flip a Mad script to your dome Suckers, I kick 'em like tae kwon do Yes and low, from head To toe to let you know [Repeat CHORUS 4x] I'm the rugged operator Like Arnold Schwarzenegger Buckshot quick to play Your nigga like Sega Smooth trigger-happy snappy Keep my hair nappy When I swinging Ep girls call me big pappy I used to play a game Called ring around the rosey But now I play the mic That's why the whole world knows me I'm sort of like a Chevy Heavy when I bumrush You'd better bring Your whole damn crew or Get your head crushed, sucker Cause I'm a set it off with one shot One trigger, one nigga Enough heads drop Don't even try to Play me out cause static Buckshot Shorty He sounds like an automatic Rip the set, my friend's mad tight Cause I rocks the mic And keeps the crowd hype Straight from bumrush I crush and cause chaos, yo And I'm a let you know [Repeat CHORUS] One, two, melody shows And before I flip a script You know I must keep you dozing Into the stage of the Buckshot Shorty Son pass the boom, keep the top on the 40 Never ever ever get played, kill that Bust a mad cap in your back Cause I'm all that Straight from Crooklyn Better known as Brooklyn Elude the hook and Your whole beat's tooken Must take charge Bomb guard, I'm the man Bust my plan, it feeds back on my fam Once I cruise, pay dues, I never lose When I break on fools Wake up, you don't snooze Bust a move I get smooth like Roadie Kick it like the Four Horsemen Yeah, you know me Booming like a speaker With my hundred dollar sneakers Baggy black jeans Knapsack and my beeper Keep a fresh cut Never see me with a busted fro And I'm a let you know [Repeat CHORUS 4x]