Next Up Song Lyrics

Description:- Next Up Lyrics Pooh Shiesty ft. Gucci Mane & Lil Uzi Vert are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by famous Singer Pooh Shiesty. This song is from Shiesty Season: Certified album. This song will release on 29 April 2022.

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Song:– Next Up

Singer:– Pooh Shiesty

Featuring:– Gucci Mane & Lil Uzi Vert

Album:– Shiesty Season: Certified

Producer:– Astrid & Brandon Finessin

Written:– Astrid, Brandon Finessin, Lil Uzi Vert, Gucci Mane & Pooh Shiesty

Label:– 1017 Eskimo & Atlantic Records

Next Up Lyrics Pooh Shiesty ft. Gucci Mane & Lil Uzi Vert

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, bllrd
Yeah, bllrd, bllrd, bllrd, bllrd

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Going hard in this shit like I’m next up (Next up)
Uh, pussy wet like water but you gotta get your neck up (Bllrd, damn)
Yeah, suck this dick nonstop lil’ bitch, bet’ get your breaths up (Ayy)
Her ass is so fat but she don’t wear no Sketchers shape ups (Bllrd, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]
Opps be chasin’, know I’m gettin’ away (Opps be chasin’ know)
It ain’t no catchin’ up (Ain’t no catchin’ up)
Ugly thick bitch keep her ass up (Ass up)
Facedown when we fuck (Facedown when we fuck)
Cartiers and both of ’em bust
In my AK, that’s what I trust (Yeah)
It wasn’t even no real beef until they dissed and got hit up (Fuck ’em)
Clutchin’ my MAC in the Audi with Uzi
Boy, don’t try to keep up (Bllrd)
He said I’m him and I’ma put stacks on him
One call, creepin’ up (Ayy, bllrd, bllrd, bllrd)
These niggas tryna really be cheap and takin’ shit, I know what’s up
The F&N leave ’em six feet (Bllrd)
Try run down on us, get lift up (Bllrd, bllrd, bllrd)
Boy, I know what’s up
Ayy, pussy boy, I know what’s up
I run the game and bitch, I’m rich (Bllrd)
So I just went double off truck (Bllrd, bllrd)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert & Gucci Mane]
Going hard (Going hard) in this shit like I’m next up (Next up)
Uh, pussy wet like water but you gotta get your neck up (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, suck this dick nonstop lil’ bitch, bet’ get your breaths up (Gucci)
Her ass is so fat but she don’t wear no Sketchers shape ups (Go)

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Life’s a struggle everyday, got to keep your bread up (Yeah)
Told my shooters when they bust, “Aim for the neck up” (Pow, pow)
A bitch try settin’ me up, but fuck it, they got wet up (Damn)
No need for no doctor, he can’t get no check-up (Woah)
I put bricks back in the building, I got millions stackin’ up (Mills’)
Please, don’t get rolled over when my Breacher backin’ up (Beep)
It’s big 1-0-1-7, be a fool not link with us (Fool)
We just took the plane but let the bricks out, take the bus (Gucci)
Who’s gon’ be the next up, sign with Gucci and blow up? (Blow up)
I can never fall off ’cause I keep on comin’ up (Yeah)
Free my nigga Shiesty, locked, but still dropped the deluxe (Free him)
I can’t wait to see him at the GRAMMYS in a tux’ (Well damn)

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Going hard in this shit like I’m next up (Next up)
Uh, pussy wet like water but you gotta get your neck up (Damn, bae)
Yeah, suck this dick nonstop lil’ bitch, bet’ get your breaths up (Oh, yeah)
Her ass is so fat but she don’t wear no Sketchers shape ups (Damn)

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
She know I’m not the type that’s ever in the cut (Uh-huh)
Yeah, she said, “Why you always got to show out, do too much?” (I do too much)
I said, “Baby, ’cause I never, ever gave two fucks” (Why?)
Yeah, I said, “If you bring your friend, could I get, um, two sucks?” (That’s what I’m on)
Yeah, I said this is not no cum, lil’ bitch, this just pre-nut (Let’s go)
Yeah, these lil’ racks they get you up
Lil’ bitch, you better not duck (Bow, uh)
Freak bitch ain’t gon’ drop one drop, she catch it with a cup (Let’s go)
Freak bitch gon’ get top, just send that drop, she ain’t even move her tongue (Bllrd)
Make these freak hoes fuck my lawyer
Man, he younger than her son (Son, son)
Man, these niggas ain’t fuck nobody and got more bodies than my gun (Now watch)
Talkin’ ’bout my gun (Bah, bah)
Zaza bullets smoke a nigga right up out his lungs (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I can’t fall off nigga, I’m still right here on my run (Yeah)
I ain’t want a Wraith ever since the Cullinan (Skrrt)
Shootin’ at the boss told her go Sketchers my gun (Hard)