CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Wait Till U See What I Got Next
Hate when, you up
They don't wanna see you at yo' best
Wait till, they see what
I got comin' up next
Red dot, time's out
Had enough to get it off your chest
But when, this next drop
I'ma lay it all to rest
Every time I leave the house, I be up again
Lotta better things to do, than to f**k with them
They still down and out bad, dog, what's up with them?
Runnin' up another check, while they fumblin'
Wait, till they see what I got next
I'ma put it all to rest
Wait, till they see what I got next, yeah
I'ma put it all to rest
They've been sleepin' on me for a hot minute
Beats to me like vitamins, Popeye when he got spinach, b*t*h
Devil on me, said my time tickin', this is me and God's business
Diss me for that fifteen minutes of fame, it turn to five minutes
Check the bank account, I had to leave the tires spinnin'
Teller tellin' me there's way too many wires in it
Moved to Cali, now there's way too many fires in it
I just pray my guy's winnin'
Now I keep that iron on my side, I ain't iron deficient
Homie said he'll catch a body for me, he dyin' to get it
Lawyer up in court, told me this ain't the time to be livid
I just saw that list on XXL, you gotta be kiddin'
I'm a triple X, comin' out the gate with all the disrespect
Yeah, them rappers cool, but they ain't me, guess y'all don't get it yet
They was fallin' off, I drop and then I brought the city back
Ain't tryna be 'em anyway, I'm tryna be where Diddy at
Every time I leave the house, I be up again
Lotta better things to do, than to f**k with them
They still down and out bad, dog, what's up with them?
Runnin' up another check, while they fumblin'
Wait, till they see what I got next
I'ma put it all to rest
Wait, till they see what I got next, yeah
I'ma put it all to rest
Wait, sh*t don't even make no sense to me
How you name yo' top five out of Florida and don't mention me?
They ain't this inclined lyrically or instrumentally
Heard the tape they droppin', it was mid as middle century
I'm at the top 'cause it was meant to be, God sent for me
The chosen one, Jesus Christ is merely just a temp for me
The devil told me, "Meet me in the garden" where he tempted me
I'll sell out the Garden 'fore I ever sell my mental peace
Meditatin' on the top of Lamborghinis
I can't pick the car I want, I hit the eenie-meenie
I stopped sellin' drugs, made a million off of streaming
Ain't no triple beam, but I got 'em all fiending
I ain't sad about it, winnin', homie, why you mad about it?
I ain't have allowance, how I end up with the higher balance
Gotta hire new accountants, fire through the doubters
Brought the nine, shot eleven times like I blew the towers, sh*t
Every time I leave the house, I be up again
Lotta better things to do, than to f**k with them
They still down and out bad, dog, what's up with them?
Runnin' up another check, while they fumblin'
Wait, till they see what I got next
I'ma put it all to rest
Wait, till they see what I got next, yeah
I'ma put it all to rest
They don't wanna see you at yo' best
Wait till, they see what
I got comin' up next
Red dot, time's out
Had enough to get it off your chest
But when, this next drop
I'ma lay it all to rest
Every time I leave the house, I be up again
Lotta better things to do, than to f**k with them
They still down and out bad, dog, what's up with them?
Runnin' up another check, while they fumblin'
Wait, till they see what I got next
I'ma put it all to rest
Wait, till they see what I got next, yeah
I'ma put it all to rest
They've been sleepin' on me for a hot minute
Beats to me like vitamins, Popeye when he got spinach, b*t*h
Devil on me, said my time tickin', this is me and God's business
Diss me for that fifteen minutes of fame, it turn to five minutes
Check the bank account, I had to leave the tires spinnin'
Teller tellin' me there's way too many wires in it
Moved to Cali, now there's way too many fires in it
I just pray my guy's winnin'
Now I keep that iron on my side, I ain't iron deficient
Homie said he'll catch a body for me, he dyin' to get it
Lawyer up in court, told me this ain't the time to be livid
I just saw that list on XXL, you gotta be kiddin'
I'm a triple X, comin' out the gate with all the disrespect
Yeah, them rappers cool, but they ain't me, guess y'all don't get it yet
They was fallin' off, I drop and then I brought the city back
Ain't tryna be 'em anyway, I'm tryna be where Diddy at
Every time I leave the house, I be up again
Lotta better things to do, than to f**k with them
They still down and out bad, dog, what's up with them?
Runnin' up another check, while they fumblin'
Wait, till they see what I got next
I'ma put it all to rest
Wait, till they see what I got next, yeah
I'ma put it all to rest
Wait, sh*t don't even make no sense to me
How you name yo' top five out of Florida and don't mention me?
They ain't this inclined lyrically or instrumentally
Heard the tape they droppin', it was mid as middle century
I'm at the top 'cause it was meant to be, God sent for me
The chosen one, Jesus Christ is merely just a temp for me
The devil told me, "Meet me in the garden" where he tempted me
I'll sell out the Garden 'fore I ever sell my mental peace
Meditatin' on the top of Lamborghinis
I can't pick the car I want, I hit the eenie-meenie
I stopped sellin' drugs, made a million off of streaming
Ain't no triple beam, but I got 'em all fiending
I ain't sad about it, winnin', homie, why you mad about it?
I ain't have allowance, how I end up with the higher balance
Gotta hire new accountants, fire through the doubters
Brought the nine, shot eleven times like I blew the towers, sh*t
Every time I leave the house, I be up again
Lotta better things to do, than to f**k with them
They still down and out bad, dog, what's up with them?
Runnin' up another check, while they fumblin'
Wait, till they see what I got next
I'ma put it all to rest
Wait, till they see what I got next, yeah
I'ma put it all to rest
