What We Doin Later? Lyrics

Aye foe, let me punch in real quick like

Let me rap for two minutes and yall got this shit

Y'all could have the whole studio like

Mic, Keyboard, all this shit

Run it

I'm finna kill the beat, do not resuscitate it

My shooter tote Ks and a hood, sound like something racist

Don't compare me to your last nigga, this an us arrangement

She let me kill every Friday, think I'm becoming Jason

I ain't here for small talk, I just come for payment

We just get the bag and go on some running late shit

Cuzz known for moving weight, but he don't got no patience

Skip every State Farm commercial, I don't fuck with Jakes's

In my DM requests, it's hella A-lists

Comparing me to you, and it's clear we in two different spaces

I get paid more, you shop at Payless

You skip props and go straight to hating, you giving Bayless

Jewelry so cold but don't refrigerate it

Meeks playing ball in college, I hope my nigga make it

Her nigga slut shame her, bae come here, you can get liberated

But this just for the night, I said it twice to just reiterate it

She pull up to the spot and get obliterated, said it was exhilarating

She catching feelings, but it ain't reciprocated

World tryna simulate my situation, obsessed with all my innovation

Niggas tryna be me, doing imitations

Niggas see my style, now they wanna be a clone

I like alone time but ain't a time I need a loan

AP Skeleton, think this why she wanna bone

Girl you don't work for Apple, why you wanna see my phone?

Your one friend a rat and it's known

You can't do no drills around that nigga like a cone

Get off the plane flee, when I land(Island), get some Stone

If you don't wake up, think about some bands, what you on?

I know she wanna do me, hear it all in her tone

Get the jersey, name and number, that was all that she wrote

She fucking with the kid, I'm finna call(Karl) like Malone

I'm like, what we doing later? bae you already know

I get fly when the camera's on me like a drone

And I won't keep you on my right, if you don't tell me when I'm wrong

Beat like a throat goat, got me coming off the dome

She like, boy, your fit hard(Heart), probably cause I'm in some Chrome

She like is your dick hard? Nah, baby, this the chrome

Glock gone knock a nigga out the park, we just sent him home

Bought a sick(six) ring, like two, three, bitch I'm in the zone

Nigga this is not my net worth, this just what I'm showing

Net worth is classified, I could call it Ned

How the fuck they lock him up, and he ain't got no dreads

Nigga turned into a rat, so now I hope he dead

He snitched, now I can't bear to speak to him like Ted