Maybe The Next Time

[Intro: Roc Marciano & Larry June] Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh (Uh, uh) What? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 1: Jay Worthy & Larry June] She ain't feelin' you (Uh), not feelin' you (What?) I put the Perky in my cup so I can feel the juice (Poppin') I had her goin' shortly after the interview (I sent her) Bad lil' bitch, yeah, I think she stay in Centerview (Carson) Oh, what's your name? My fault, I don't remember you (I don't remember you) Talkin' back to the ism, that's the end of you (That's the end of you, bitch) I'm a P, baby, no, I'm not a friend to you Lot of bitches hear my shit, yeah, and be offended too (Why you mad, ho?) But still wanna fuck hoes, so bring your pussy through (Bring your pussy, bitch) Disrespectful on the mic like I'm Eazy-E (Like I'm Eazy) Bomptown, baby, yeah, the home of the funky Ps (Bounce) Only nigga in the west with some Wallabees (Real shit) Sheesh, I got Larry in this bitch (What?) He in a 5.0, I'm in a four hitter switch Runnin' up a bag, nigga, like you thought I hit a lick (I hit a lick) Just some real-ass niggas (Uh), this is how a nigga spit (Sock it to me) [Chorus: Kleeer] Baby, the next time, baby, the next time (Hey now, baby) Baby, the next time, next time, it's for real (Ain't gonna be your fool no more) Baby, the next time, baby, the next time (You see, it's like it is, baby) Baby, the next time, next time, it's for real [Post-Chorus: Kleeer, Roc Marciano & Larry June] You've got to do to others, baby, as you have them do to you (Ooh) I'm not gonna be your fool Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh (Uh, uh) What? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, uh) [Interlude: Larry June] Now, hold on, ho (The other) You movin' real, real different now (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, shee) You know the game and how it goes (Sock it to me) Don't act green (Yes, lord) Sock it to me (Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Now, how much money you made last night, ho? (One, two) Good job (One, two, three, three) Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 2: Larry June] Oh, it's the pimpin'-ass nigga with a whole lot of guap (Good job, Larry) Old school dippin', but it cost me a lot (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Five star, the good kind (Good kind) Pick up the trap, then I'm bendin' the block (Bendin' the block) Slid up third, I'm checkin' my rear (Checkin' my rear) The hammer is near, I'm casually ill (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I ain't dipping (Dipping), keepin' it real (Keepin' it real) Sean House, bring the hook in (Uh), I'm lovin' the feel, uh (Sock it to me) [Chorus: Kleeer & Roc Marciano] Baby, the next time, baby, the next time (Hey now, baby) Baby, the next time, next time, it's for real (Ain't gonna be your fool no more, uh) Baby, the next time, baby, the next time (You see, it's like it is, baby) Baby, the next time, next time, it's for real [Post-Chorus: Kleeer, Roc Marciano & Larry June] You've got to do to others, baby, as you have them do to you (Ooh) I'm not gonna be your fool (Know what I mean?) Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh (Uh, uh) What? (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, uh) [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] Tell 'em if I can smell 'em, I can't sell 'em Let 'em in the harem, run an errand Next thing you know honey rebellin', I had a funny feeling Stack money to the ceiling when I YSL 'em Hit the ceiling off the 911 If you scared, buy a dog, dial 911 Buy a weapon, get a nine or a MAC-11 My mack on eleven while you crack sellin' Uh, niggas sit it out, we gotta fact check 'em They ain't got a track record, they just track records Bitches actin' reckless, she ain't have no wedges She tried to have me arrested, I teach that rat a lesson You finna be mad aggressive, that ain't how to finesse it Anything less is we bein' adolescent If you really P, then you really gotta test it And can't no nigga validate your pimpin', uh [Chorus: Kleeer] Baby, the next time, baby, the next time (Hey now, baby) Baby, the next time, next time, it's for real (Ain't gonna be your fool no more) Baby, the next time, baby, the next time (You see, it's like it is, baby) Baby, the next time, next time, it's for real [Post-Chorus: Kleeer] You've got to do to others, baby, as you have them do to you I'm not gonna be your fool