What's Next

Yeah
Mmm (DatPiff dot com, world premiere)

I been smokin' on the gas
Hocus pocus on the gas
I been snorklin' in the cash
Goin' Krogers with the bags
I done went blind goin' Hulk Hogan on they ass (gangsta)
Tell my shooters, "count me out", and I end up doin' the math (D6, Gansta Rizzeal)
I been fuckin' in the shower so my dreads soaked (yo)
I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked (yo)
You know my lean nice and cold like some dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low like I make egg rolls, oh

I got them pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm water whippin'
I rob his ass like Robin Givens
I get them M's a mile a minute
Don't pay your bill, I'm power trippin' (trippin')
BET, that's how I'm livin' (livin')
I got three hoes followin' me (hoe)
Ho, ho, ho, I'm down the chimney (brp)
Hello, I make her throw away her pussy toys, yeah
Ain't got a job, I make her look employed, yeah
She do the money count in just her drawers, yeah
I make her count out loud, I listen hard
I been fuckin' models, they been walkin' 'round in towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money and the power, they be in here watchin' Power
All my shooters accurate, codeine like a daiquiri
Run up, run up in your factory, mask is on like Michael Jackson
Brt, pull up like a taxi
Stereo on max, and nigga bury your own casket
Nigga say hello to Rabbit
My lil' homies bang (bang)
My lil' homies, they deranged
They don't want the fame
Kill your ass and fly to Spain
Ding ding, coke and ice cream, that shit got a nice ring
Put my face up in the pussy, I'm just sight seein' (hello)
Yeah, starin' at the world through an automatic
Sweet mother of pearls, sweet Jesus of Nazareth
Quickly, quickly, quickly, gettin' slow, baby
I could turn your baby to a poor baby, sure baby
Look, I cannot sit down without gettin' down
What's new in town? Let's do it now
A couple marbles ain't been found
A couple screws been screwed around
My father ain't been 'round, my heart ain't missed a pound
The system of a down, and it's been up and down
A psycho, all I'm missin' is the gown
Sippin' up, I piss enough to drown
Twistin' up a pound
High as fuck, a Bentley truck on clouds
Y'all so underground
I break a whole bunch of fuckin' vows
Come to hunt you down
All up in your section
Use protection when you fuck around
Possession of deception
Imperfection, no affection
No correct your transgression
Turn depression to aggression
Got an obsession for expression
With no pressure, no discretion
And the F is for the
Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I left 'em, F 'em

Your bitch open so we run in it (yeah)
Any club, got my gun in it (bang)
I ain't even got to touch you dudes (now)
I'll get you killed young nigga (bring)
Eat, sleep, talk shit, rap (right)
Brand new AK, all black (uh huh)
Tunechi gave me this gift wrapped (shit)
Your bars sweet, candy, Kit Kat (oh)
Hope you pussy niggas get mad (mad)
Keep the voodoo on me, witchcraft (right)
Off white, Gucci, mix match
All my diamonds drip, shit splash (drip)
Black BMW, your bitch gave me top at the W (top at the W)
She told me, "Dollaz I'm over you" ("Dollaz I'm over you")
These bitches way too emotional, uh (way too emotional)
So much perkys, I'm barely sober
Diamond choker, crazy, bipolar
Keep my niggas with me, I tote 'em
Never be committed, I told her
Enough with you niggas, I do not fuck with you niggas
I know I'm stuck with you niggas (right)
Grew up with you niggas
We all was swipin' cards, scammin' it up with you niggas (yeah, I remember)
Miami ballin', it's a hobby, call a nigga Joe Robby
Haitian food or hibachi, ATVs, walkie talkies
Chris Paul, we load the rocket
Eight ball, corner pocket
Ah man, nigga stop it (nigga stop it)
You know it's Dollaz
When it comes to rap, no problems
Haha, hold up, talk to 'em
I'm the hottest out in my city (right)
Bad boy too, ask Diddy (ask Diddy)
Hundred foot yacht, jet skiin' (fact)
Bitches kissin' bitches, lesbian
Niggas talkin' beef, let's see 'em
Y'all don't want beef, y'all vegan
If so, come, no semen (no semen)
Yeah, you get it?
Future put me on, he from Atlanta
Niggas in my city crabs in a barrel (yeah)
Made it out without y'all help (help)
I can say I did it myself (myself)
Tunechi told me leave this beat blessed (blessed)
I killed this shit, no stress (no stress)
First forty-eight, this stretch (stretch)
Someone tell me what's next?
Nah, you don't wanna see what's next