Xloudy - Up Next! Lyrics

I'm up next, catch a flight, money up like private jet
Space Demon, 666, I got horns on my head
I can't kick it wit that lil bitch, cos that hoe ain't from my set
Yeah I think I caught pneumonia, all this ice up on my neck
I don't associate with opps, so you know I'm with my bloody
I'm a natural at this shit, I ain't never even study
I'm with my Irish bitch so you know I'm getting lucky
Smokin musty, getting money, I ain't never sippin' muddy
Lil bitch off the Henny, f*ck lean 2020
I'm getting all this bread, you collecting all the pennies
Growing steady, you get ready, they gon' f*ck wit Xloudy heavy
Shoutout to Nelk Boys cos you know we finna send it
Fendi, Prada, Gucci, all that shit
It don't really mean nothin', I ain't never had it
Get my Spotify check, count it up and add it
I'm a fiend for this money, turned into an addict
With my Puma jacket, I ain't never getting cold
You collecting loans, I ain't never goin' broke
What the f*ck you sayin, I ain't gon respect no hoes
But you know I'm up next, yeah my life gon' be a show
I'm up next, catch a flight, money up like private jet
Space Demon, 666, I got horns on my head
I can't kick it wit that lil bitch, cos that hoe ain't from my set
Yeah I think I caught pneumonia, all this ice up on my neck
I'm up next, catch a flight, money up like private jet
Space Demon, 666, I got horns on my head
I can't kick it wit that lil bitch, cos that hoe ain't from my set
Yeah I think I caught pneumonia, all this ice up on my neck
Lil bitch, this is it
Going up, young jit
I get it all, you get a bit
I ain't never gonna quit
I ain't never gonna stop, yeah bitch that's my mission
If these people talking shit, why the f*ck they still listen?
This my life, spice it up like a motherf*cking chicken
Yeah imma shoot my shot, I feel like I'm Scottie Pippen
I feel like Scottie Pippen, but rest in peace to Kobe
I had a realization, no one really f*cking know me
Imma give you clout tokens, but remember you gon' owe me
Yeah I miss my slime, so you know this for my homie
This for my homie XIX X, yeah shoutout to Mauritius
Yeah my life like a movie, I ain't talking bout insidious
My bitch like Nas X, so I told that bitch to giddy up
I throw up like the Sims, so you know I throw my city up
I'm up next, catch a flight, money up like private jet
Space Demon, 666, I got horns on my head
I can't kick it wit that lil bitch, cos that hoe ain't from my set
Yeah I think I caught pneumonia, all this ice up on my neck
I'm up next, catch a flight, money up like private jet
Space Demon, 666, I got horns on my head
I can't kick it wit that lil bitch, cos that hoe ain't from my set
Yeah I think I caught pneumonia, all this ice up on my neck