Roqit - Next-Gen Lyrics

Yeah, I walk round with that heater
F*ck this need no teaser
Don't need your advice if you sitting in the bleachers
Put 'em in debt no visa
Got me bent I crease her
She talk like she a preacher
She think she a teacher
Built like a ho well I beacher
Scamming these chip card readers
Walk in take on the gym
Keep rappin get me an M
Best of the crop, they call me the cream
My standards too high, I only do tens
Orange space suit like I'm fresh out the pen
Real rap shit, get paid to sin
I'm too advanced man I'm next gen
I'm here to make Ms, not here to make friends
Not here to make friends, not here to make friends
Lacing up boots, not putting on timbs
Milk their success, but it's still skim
Wanted the latest so I copped me a Benz
No wave riding, I'm setting these trends
Been in my bag, can't match what I spend
Louis to Gucci, it depends
Rose gold bezel with Tiffany gems
LVMH I got a monopoly on luxury
Paid to sin, only one is adultery
Gold choker, that shit is so buttery
Ride with my gang that roqit and company
I'm going up thanking my stars so luckily
Popping champagne sipping on bubbly
Slide on over and get hit with the gunnery
Mad at your girl can't help that she loving me
Three in his dome, call him Carmelo
Gettin' this kitten straight to it like hello
They seeing me up and it got 'em all jello
They actin' all dumb like they ain't get the memo
This the real shit Apollo the demo
Ain't tryna save money ain't tryna go gecko
Wanna get hot I'll let the tech blow
Carbon copies y'all really my echo
I do numbers like next gen stats
Walk with that heater with equipment attached
I'm really a chef I whip me a batch
I'm taking a life if there's an attempt to snatch
Don't really care, I'm still sippin act
Going to finish, I get to these racks
Going too fast, I run off the tracks
I munched for a minute, but she just a snack
Yeah, I walk round with that heater
F*ck this need no teaser
Don't need your advice if you sitting in the bleachers
Put 'em in debt no visa
Got me bent I crease her
She talk like she a preacher
She think she a teacher
Built like a ho well I beacher
Scamming these chip card readers
Walk in take on the gym
Keep rappin get me an M
Best of the crop, they call me the cream
My standards too high, I only do tens
Orange space suit like I'm fresh out the pen
Real rap shit, get paid to sin
I'm too advanced man I'm next gen
I'm here to make Ms, not here to make friends
I'm too advanced I'm futuristic
Forgot who this was get hit with ballistic
Talking 'bout Roqit they another statistic
M16 chop you down that's big stick
In my own world don't listen to critics
They stealing my flow they really just mimics
Got em all sick they hitting the clinics
Made it by chance my rap too acidic
Ask me to do it I probably can
Can and will don't go hand in hand
Getting so hot I'm finna get banned
Getting so hot come around me get tanned
I'm counting up dollars I'm counting up grams
She wanna get stuck I hit her with Pam
Roqit for real I ain't no scam
Four on the floor make hits like bam
Hit her the am, hit her the pm
Half y'all underage, get out my dm
Y'all too f*cked up don't smoke them stems
Sing along with Roqit this a new age hymn
I'm catching these bodies no charge like Kemp
Thinking you hard cause you smoking some hemp
Camping with me we hotbox the tent
She got too close your broad got pimped
Yeah, I walk round with that heater
F*ck this need no teaser
Don't need your advice if you sitting in the bleachers
Put 'em in debt no visa
Got me bent I crease her
She talk like she a preacher
She think she a teacher
Built like a ho well I beacher
Scamming these chip card readers