Next Level

[Intro:] YRS infamous, You know [Verse 1:] [Boogz Boogetz] My chic from the Bahamas I ride bullets and yavis While i'm sleeping on fleek Hold up for my pajamas I got my youngins they wildin They don't play with the drama They'll leave you up in a coma When it come to the commas Infamous be that wild gang Money taller than Yao Ming Jean suit by balmain You can't keep up cause you clowns lame Tell these rap birds its our turn Getting doped up with that shower burn I'm in the studio with them groupies though A couple freak chics like Howard Stern Ballin hard till they come get us Roof gone on you dumb hitterz Im blacked up I don't brag much But these haters can't roll with us Swagger so sick man im sorry Tell em I stunt as a hobby Me and P in the ferrari Right wheel be twerking like Miley Cyrus i'm in fly kicks Bape studs thats my twist And if money talk these rappers pockets are silent Blowing on that loud thats a different smell I ain't letting up cause Prodigy told me give em hell [Chorus:] Gold Chain, flooded vest We done took it to the next level Blowing money like we stupid rich Bad chic and she flyer than a steward bitch My money on a next level, next level, next level Ill be on a next level, next level, next level My clique is on a next level, next level, next level I get it on a next level, next level, next level I'm on a next level [Verse 2:] [Prodigy] I told yall too much times Im too much dope, i too much grime Got too much house, with too much dimes I'm so much flee, i'm extra fly Whole lotta hoes but not enough time And when we fuck its exercise I work that out, slip and slide Now I work that out sexing vibe Hundred gunnerz the inners they done it Fuck with us slow and then start gunning Too much dough way too much songs You mad at me my money’s long You mad at me I tuck at you Ima take that loss and get this walk And take that loss and get three shots Thats not petron I make it hot So much police dropping dimes Too much jail that's too much time Next level Come dance with the devil Fuck with us girl you know we brazy Fuck with us cause she know we crazy She wanna have my baby I wanna share her maybe So much air i'm just sick Cover up the thirst right quick Yea im on it like that Nigga bulls told me like this he said [Chorus] [Verse 3:] [Prodigy] Lil black dress by Balma I fuck with you or her She wanna come to the projects Niggas like how you found her Im out here nigga rounds Planet earth is my stomping ground You gon’ need a tuxedo in your wardrobe cause we going out I get a lot a action get a lot a camera Whole lotta lights got a turn ray bans on Too much drugs Hip Hop some my QQ avy Now pop that pussy Pop pop that pussy baby [Verse 4:] [Boogz Boogetz] Young Nigga my Bands up Eat good im in grand lux Rock shows got they hands up That's why the h Aters can't stand us That young boy got crazy way Money good like 88 Hoes love me like baby face I say hoes love me like babyface Ballin that shit is reserved Stuntin my nigga you ain't heard? Now from the hundred to burbs Money ain't nothing i splurb All these women wanna cuff me saying lets settle But i hit them with the curb i'm on a next level [Chorus]