Next Year

S'wow!
Gimme any beat, I'mma straight damage it
You know how I speak on some outlandish shit
Turn it up, play it how you want
But really, claim what you want!

I be on some next shit, next shit
Type of shit you won't see around 'til next year

Y'all be like "what are you on?"
It's called make bread and then break that like croutons
I don't say bullshit, I fuck shit up
Now pass me the Grey Poupon

See the reason that I have ass is I poop on 'em
So come, who want it? Fam ballin' like Luke Walton
And we do often, like a new Spalding
Big Banks, but who knew Carlton?
Look who walked in this side, famous up in this bitch
The Benz pull up with no tints 'cause we ain't your average kids
We ain't your average guys, this ain't your average high
So these girls haring both sides must be the reason that her robe bite

I know, in spite of all this
Lames tryna hold me down
Never claim shit, no time for the runaround

So, I be on some next shit, next shit, next year
I be on some next shit, next shit, next year
I be on some next shit, next shit
Workin' hard on my 25/8 shift
You just late, bitch, oh

Where they do that at? I ain't knew that jack

It had me feel so wavy, where the durag at?
Coast guard know I go hard
And I ain't even trippin' on postcards
And I ain't even trickin' on most broads
They all my bitches, I road dog
So no faux sah, this shit for real

Northside, so chill
I got no deal, but I don't need one

So take all that with a refund
And just save that, word up to Pat Sajak
I win some, I'll take L's just as long as I Maybach
So ahead of my time, these niggas outta my league
Thinkin' you could come close, oh, what the hell is up in your weave?
What's goin' on in your head? It must be somethin' up in that weave
Go on then, get back, same as we pro, as we pro, as we proceed

In spite of all this
Lames tryna hold me down
Never claim shit, no time for the runaround

So, I be on some next shit, next shit, next year
I be on some next shit, next shit, next year
I be on some next shit, next shit
Workin' hard on my 25/8 shift
You just late, bitch, oh