Lagato - We Got Next ft. Trae Tha Truth lyrics

rate me

We got next, drinks on deck,

Different hoes, different shows, I’m known to get that dough

Figure that my figures thicker cause this nigga ripped in flows

What you boys hustling, I’m used to juggling

A couple bricks, a couple whips, yeah I’m on that have a shit

That stunner shit, limbos running I’m the one that running gift

Move slow, too pro, label the chick and the coup low

Get the tellie after that, hit the booth for flow

Need a verse from my…the truth

We have them nervous, that money turning

Go tell that thick ass waitress come on with that bottle service

I toast to that, they ride on deck when I hold it back

Every time gotta rep, I suppose to black

East coast rep coast I post to coast

We flow… put it down to the world, take a hit through the throat

The and I sit back chilling, watch it stack

Now count it back, that’s how we do it

Rider music, you’re my niggas, ride into it

This is how we moving, I suggest you join the movement

Cause the team unstoppable, drop a few

[Hook] x 2

We got next, we out here paper chasin

Drinks on deck, pop bottles for the celebration

I try to tell them to listen, I swear nobody would listen

Now the time is a bonus, the place, the truth in position

Now I got bitches on tv in the begging position

Yeah you bitches look stupid, now my ass what they kissing

I’m one of a kind, you better take my step bitch

Pull up on them, like what the fuck is a competition

Nigga I be coming up, fuck rap, I’m only here to fuck it up

Yeah I fuck it up, with this …on the lambo, don’t move too fast

I’ma do what I want niggas don’t crash

Fresh out the lot, …say cash

Heated it up like I was on the beat, about to be enough, one time for me

Streets praising me, I’m here to preach

I got old school ways like I’m here to teach

Now call my shots like Montana, so much weight I’m Montana

I’ma hold the favor like Montana, … black santa

I got now, you got nothing, fuck next

Oh this is me again, real talk, it ain’t me again

Your ass ain’t gonna be seen again

Just thought I’d tell you what you need to know, in the flow

Before I send this bitch…to hit your door, it’s a’ight, go

You bring that drama in, we put that drama out

We bring them broads in, we buy the bar out

We hustle all year, we never in the drought

East coast to the dirty, this is our house

[Hook] x 2

We got next, we out here paper chasin

Drinks on deck, pop bottles for the celebration.