Who's Next

[Intro]
Yuh, Here we go
It's Aidcot
Yuh, Who's next

[Chorus]
Got a couple real ass friends and we making them bands, yeah we running up the bands
Got my baby by my side and you know she down to ride
It's one two three then you know it's time to slide yuh

[Verse]
Yo he off that shit, he be jumping down the block like some rock ass shit
And I'm running out of time with no clock and shit
Like I'm running out of rhymes, but no, here's my script, yuh
And you know we got slide we be clean like tide
And you riding this tide like a motherfucking vibe
And we really with the shits
And we really set the vibe with our motherfucking hits yuh

[Bridge]
Strictly only bangers, it's the A.C.E. Team
Running through the streets with a ray beam
Come close we hit you in the face b
Repeating shit like I'm Carti
And we running this shit
Talking big shit like we fucken up next
And I'm like who's bitch
And we fucken get checks
And these fucken bitches always be like, "Who's Next?"
Strictly only bangers, it's the A.C.E. Team
Running through the streets with a ray beam
Come close we hit you in the face b
Repeating shit like I'm Carti

[Chorus]
Got a couple real ass friends and we making them bands, yeah we running up the bands
Got my baby by my side and you know she down to ride
It's one two three then you know it's time to slide yuh

[Verse]
Yuh, Edric, uh
Got my baby by my side and you know I claim her mine
Can't fuck with hoes, got no time
Ain't a rapper but got rhymes
The bands stacking know they climb
The bands stacking know they climb
Going up, ay
Cos you know we be up next
Money stacking high so you know I gotta flex
Never gonna stop always going for the checks
See my momma happy want that "I'm proud" text
Soon we going be up top poppin
See my future bright so you know I'm never stoppin
Black Balenciaga lookin nice that's what I'm coppin
Can't trust no fake people cos you know that they be plotting bitch
You know that it's Edric and it's Aidcot
Pull up in a drop top
S 2000 dashed ran from a bitch cop (bitch)
Make big bucks yeah you know we ain't playin
Hear out what I'm saying
Figures for my mom, that's what I'm paying
Y'all be cappin, you know that I'm real though
Never can't trust no hoe, always in my lane leave me alone bro
Never better, you know I stay humble
And I never mumble, I know shit's a struggle I might stumble

[Pre-Chorus]
Ay, me and Cota, we Ain't cappin
Ay, me and Cota, we stay trappin
Ay, me and Cota, we stay rappin
Ay, me and Cota, yeah we snappin

[Chorus]
Got a couple real ass friends and we making them bands, yeah we running up the bands
Got my baby by my side and you know she down to ride
It's one two three then you know it's time to slide yuh

[Outro]
And we running this shit
Talking big shit like we fucken up next
And I'm like who's bitch
And we fucken get checks
And these fucken bitches always be like, "Who's Next?"
They be like, "Who's Next?"
Like, "Who's fucken Next?"
It's us