[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 n***a 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, n***a, like you thought I hit a lick (I hit a lick)
Just some real-ass n***as (Uh), this is how a n***a 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 n***a 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, n***as 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 n***a 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