Caskey - Wait Till U See What I Got Next lyrics

Hate when, you up
They don't wanna see you at yo' best
Wait till, they see what
I got comin' up next red dot, time's out
Had enough to get it off your chest
But when, this next drop
I'ma lay it all to rest

Every time I leave the house, I be up again
Lotta better things to do
Than to fuck with them
They still down and out bad, dog
What's up with them?
Runnin' up another check, while they fumblin'

Wait, till they see what I got next
I'ma put it all to rest
Wait, till they see what I got next, yeah
I'ma put it all to rest

They've been sleepin' on me for a hot minute
Beats to me like vitamins, Popeye
When he got spinach, bitch
Devil on me, said my time tickin'
This is me and God's business
Diss me for that fifteen minutes of fame
It turn to five minutes
Check the bank account
I had to leave the tires spinnin'
Teller tellin' me there's way too
Many wires in it moved to Cali
Now there's way too many fires in it
I just pray my guy's winnin'
Now I keep that iron on my side
I ain't iron deficient
Homie said he'll catch a body for me
He dyin' to get it lawyer up in court
Told me this ain't the time to be livid
I just saw that list on XXL
You gotta be kiddin' i'm a triple X
Comin' out the gate with all the disrespect
Yeah, them rappers cool, but they ain't me
Guess y'all don't get it yet
They was fallin' off
I drop and then I brought the city back
Ain't tryna be 'em anyway
I'm tryna be where Diddy at

Every time I leave the house, I be up again
Lotta better things to do
Than to fuck with them
They still down and out bad, dog
What's up with them?
Runnin' up another check, while they fumblin'

Wait, till they see what I got next
I'ma put it all to rest
Wait, till they see what I got next, yeah
I'ma put it all to rest

Wait, shit don't even make no sense to me
How you name yo' top five out
Of Florida and don't mention me?
They ain't this inclined
Lyrically or instrumentally
Heard the tape they droppin'
It was mid as middle century
I'm at the top 'cause it was meant to be
God sent for me the chosen one
Jesus Christ is merely just a temp for me
The devil told me
"Meet me in the garden" where he tempted me
I'll sell out the Garden 'fore I
Ever sell my mental peace
Meditatin' on the top of Lamborghinis
I can't pick the car I want
I hit the eenie-meenie
I stopped sellin' drugs
Made a million off of streaming
Ain't no triple beam
But I got 'em all fiending
I ain't sad about it, winnin', homie
Why you mad about it?
I ain't have allowance
How I end up with the higher balance
Gotta hire new accountants
Fire through the doubters
Brought the nine, shot eleven times
Like I blew the towers, shit

Every time I leave the house, I be up again
Lotta better things to do
Than to fuck with them
They still down and out bad, dog
What's up with them?
Runnin' up another check, while they fumblin'

Wait, till they see what I got next
I'ma put it all to rest
Wait, till they see what I got next, yeah
I'ma put it all to rest