What Next (Bonus)

Whats next
What is a nigga to do
I hop on the mic and then spit in booth
But they say that I peaked in the color red ooo
It can't be the truth
I ain't ready to snooze and ain't ready to lose
I ain't make color blue
A young nigga spitting still so much to do

Run the field on em like im Mixon it up
If i dropped when i peaked then im picking it up
And im fixing it up, and im switching it up
Like viagra to Cosby im getting it up
Ill get up the views
With lyrical practice, ill be an attraction, ill follow my passion, and leave you all asking

Whats next
What is a nigga to do I hop on the mic and then spit in booth
They they say that I peaked in the color red ooo
It can't be the truth
I ain't ready to snooze and ain't ready to lose
I ain't make color blue
A young nigga spitting still so much to do

Whats next
What is a nigga to do i hop on the mic and then spit in booth
But they say that i peeked in the color red ooo
It can't be the truth
I ain't ready to snooze and ain't ready to lose
I ain't make color blue a young nigga spitting still so much to do

Im catching bodies like a trampoline
While im whipping up like im Paula Deen
Im in the kitchen put the heat on em
Like im D Wade, put a fade on em
Give em greaser cuts like a panty line
Cause im popping off like its Columbine
Or Palestine or Pakistan
I blessed the world in 1999
Thats when a nigga was born
Im wearing a mask and my lyrics the sword
Everytime that i spit i swear im at war
With critics and bitches and niggas dont listen
I swear that im spittin like llamas on villains
Im given the wisdom to finish my mission, a prism i glisten, like griffin to pistons

Whats next
What is a nigga to do i hop on the mic and then spit in booth
But they say that i peaked in the color red ooo
It can't be the truth
I ain't ready to snooze and ain't ready to lose
I ain't make color blue
A young nigga spitting still so much to do
Whats next
What is a nigga to do i hop on the mic and then spit in booth
But they say that i peeked in the color red ooo
It can't be the truth
I ain't ready to snooze and ain't ready to lose
I ain't make color blue
A young nigga spitting still so much to do

Slide in the DMs of Hailee Steinfeld
And ill make her pitch perfect, Jeremih dont tell
Then we in the hotel, thats the future nutshell
Cause shell be cummin round my mountain like a fucking gazelle
Skip stop, drip drop
Hating niggas about to get socked,l
When im on the mic you bout to get rocked
Cause im swinging first like a piñata
Pause
Pick up the remote
I dont understand why your not taking notes
Ill pray on your fear and ill make you all float
Its october and a nigga here to scare
I started this rap shit only last year
I took a shot of henny and a swig of the beer
And oh my GAWD i made it here

I guess that i made it bitch this is my time
Ill say all this shit and hope that you dont mind
Ill stay in my supras, cause my kicks are fly
And kick all the haters where it dont shine

Whats next
What is a nigga to do i hop on the mic and then spit in booth
But they say that i peeked in the color red ooo
It can't be the truth
I ain't ready to snooze and ain't ready to lose
I ain't make color blue
A young nigga spitting still so much to do
Whats next
What is a nigga to do i hop on the mic and then spit in booth
But they say that i peeked in the color red ooo
It can't be the truth
I ain't ready to snooze and ain't ready to lose
I ain't make color blue
A young nigga spitting still so much to do