Gucci Gang lyrics - DaBaby
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang (Ah)
I'll whoop a nigga ass like I'm Pootie Tang (Bitch)
You ever made a diss song? You a lame (Huh)
And if you fucking with the lame, nigga, you the same (Ha)
I'm with my baby mama at the shooting range (Huh)
I had to shoot her how to shoot the.40, huh
On Instagram kissing on my daughter, huh (Mwah)
Before I tell a judge, I'll tell a lawyer, huh
Running red lights in the rental, huh (Skrrt)
Selling pounds for cheap, come get 'em, huh
Big gelato, where you get it, huh (Smoke)
It's different colors like some Skittles, huh
And none of this shit be new to me (Huh)
Know you couldn't take the pressure, boy, if you was me (Huh)
Your baby daddy rockin' fake ass jewelry (Ha)
I can post a fake chain, he ain't foolin' me
I got these niggas hollerin', "Where the nigga came from?"
Roger homeboy shot a nigga with the same gun (Boom)
Your bitch trippin' call me by my middle name on Instagram
Her baby mama hollerin', "Where'd she learn your name from?" (Uh)
Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang
Keep a gun on me like a shooting game (Huh)
My bitch from the hood like Keisha (Huh)
Fuck around and get buried like Gucci Mane (Ah)
I'm the hottest in the Carolinas, huh
Fuckin' other niggas' baby mamas, uh
I'm a good lookin' nigga with a choppa, huh
Nigga play with me, he got a problem, huh (Boom)
Rapper niggas better check my résumé (Check it)
When I pull it out, I ain't gon' hesitate (Uh)
Bitch ass nigga you a small fry (Bitch)
Put me on the scale, I'm a heavy-weight
Hahaha
Bank Account lyrics - DaBaby
I don't fuck with cancerous, been fucking with my mama (Yeah, yeah)
And I don't use my bank account, I count too many commas (Yeah, yeah)
And niggas claim they looking for me, hurry up and find me (Huh)
And you can send a contract but I'll prolly never sign it (Bitch)
I'm the hottest trappin' rappin' nigga out the Carolinas (Bitch)
And weed as bad as alcohol, so I sell it to minors (Huh)
And she not that bad after all, that makeup had me blinded (Uh)
I got so much fucking paper in my bag, I need a binder
I hopped off the airplane jiggin', I'm on Hennessy, no molly (Yeah)
They gangsta on the internet, they see me, never try me (Huh)
And I'll drop to my knees and talk to God, I'm feelin' godly
Keep me 'way from hatin' niggas 'fore I end up catchin' bodies
Damn, he hatin' on me, he was just beside me
God damn, fuck that nigga, everything about him
God damn, all I need is two forties, fuck a rifle
Need to take my ass to church and get some help, pick up a bible
I can't change the way I'm livin', askin' God can he forgive me (Yeah, yeah)
All the trials and tribulations that I'm facin' (yeah, yeah)
Allegations that I'm fakin'
Pull up on me, bitch, I'm waitin', I'ma squeeze on this big 40
'Fore they take me, I'ma take 'em, fuck waitin'
Made me switch the tags up on the rental
Pull up shooting out the window
My nigga never really liked you
You gon' fuck around and make me send him
I'm a mothafuckin' mastermind, before I break the rules, I'ma bend 'em
Like I'm 15, 000 in my denim, take them pictures hopping off the sprinter, bitch
Huh, M's in my, uh
M's in my, uh
M
M's
M's
Hardaway lyrics - DaBaby
I ain't ask nan' nigga for shit
Nigga holding out they hand like a bitch
Nigga blowing up my phone like a ho
Before I give to you, I'll give to my kids
I trust 'em and they took it back from me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm looking like damn, what happened?
I thought we was family (Yeah)
I thought it was ride or die
Nigga touch you, it's homicide
You know that's bottom line (Yeah)
You know what's going on, I got that iron (Yeah)
So run up on me if you wanna die (Yeah)
'Cause I got murder all up on my mind (Yeah)
I been up 'cause I can't get no sleep
Ain't seen my baby girl in 'bout a week
You think I give a fuck about a freak?
My whole motherfuckin' family gotta eat, yeah
She keep it waitin', she flexin', boy
I put her legs by her head like a wrestler (Wreck)
I told her a nigga been stressin'
I usually don't test, but today I was textin' her (Yeah, yeah)
I told her I got some confessions
I did so much dirt I know the devil love me
And I been runnin' from the karma
That's why it's on me and it's loaded
Slidin' on 'em, I'm a poet
The way I paint the picture with my words
Make 'em ride to it and they know it
That's why I gotta keep it goin'
I'm not foldin' under pressure
I'm the crime when it's crunch time
Nigga play with me and then it's lunch time
I ain't talkin' 'bout no fuckin' punchline, like oh
I ain't ask nan' nigga for shit
Nigga holding out they hand like a bitch
Nigga blowing up my phone like a ho
Before I give to you, I'll give to my kids
I trust 'em and they turned their back on me, like damn
Cancer got my mama in the hospital, I ain't there to hold her hand
'Cause I been busy on the road
Actin' like I'm happy smilin' in my videos, steady doin' shows
But don't nobody really know
The shit been fuckin' with my soul
I need a drink in the club
Takin' it out on the people I love
I'm just a thug that's in need of some love, yeah yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy yeah
Ice Tray lyrics - DaBaby
Look at my wrist, it's a ice tray (Huh), I'm smokin' like Smokey on Friday (Uh)
I just got head in the parkin' lot, people saw it when they pulled up beside me (Huh)
These niggas hatin', they Joe Budden (Bitch)
Run up on me and I'm gon' bomb 'em (Boom)
I'm selling gas out a 4 runner (Huh)
She got that ass and a throat on her (ayy)
That's my baby
I just got back in my rhythm with it (Huh), I got the gas in a rental with me (Gas)
I'm tryna get me some muhfuckin' money, I can't get it laughin' and chillin' with ya
You's a lil' boy, you a little nigga, it's a motherfuckin' joke, it's a silly nigga
He blowing smoke like an engineer, I fuck his ho like a prison nigga
Who buyin' dope? I got plenty with me
If he don't got a ride, then go get the nigga
And all of my rides got extensions with 'em
And I don't like this beat so I'm finished with it, nigga
Dig that'll fuck ya
My Dawg lyrics - DaBaby
That's a AR, not a draco, unzip that whenever I say so
She diggin' my drip, I'll sit my bandana on top of my head like a halo
I put your main bitch on payroll
She on the leash, she my dawg
She gon' call me when you go to sleep
And you before we wake up, she deleting my calls
If you love me, then tell me you love me, I need some affection
I just fell out with my bitch 'cause she went through my phone, saw how freak I been textin'
Why I thug it like that, I'm too extra, I don't love these hoes, I'm disrespectful
When I say that's my dawg, I'm talkin' 'bout your bitch and I'm fuckin' her doggy style without protection
I don't need the bitch, it ain't no pressure
Sneeze on bitches, I'ma bless 'em
I bought the pounds tonight
Got 'em all for 27
300%, now that's cappin'
We can talk numbers, fuck rappin'
Baby Jesus, he from Charlotte
Why they think he from Atlanta?
I don't go anywhere without the strap on me
I popped a pill, my bitches say it's bad for me
I fuck the same hoes used to laugh at me
We serve the same niggas used to hate
I'm with your main bitch on a date
That ain't a pussy, baby, that's a lake
If you get money, nigga, we relate
Fuck all them other niggas, let 'em hate, uh
If you love me, then tell me you love me, I need some affection
I just fell out with my bitch 'cause she went through my phone, saw how freak I been textin'
Why I thug it like that, I'm too extra, I don't love these hoes, I'm disrespectful
And if I keep fucking other niggas hoes, I might just fuck around and miss my blessing
I done got way too motherfuckin' comfortable, let me remind myself what's going on
I left my bitch's crib and hit the studio and sold a pound before I made this song
I need a new number, all these nothing ass bitches blowing up a nigga phone
Speaking of nothing, don't nobody owe me nothing, can't nobody come and put me on, huh
Bitch I'm the goat, ain't no other one
I got a bitch want another one, I put your bitch in the full nelson
She tried to run, what you runnin' from?
And I brought the food to the table, told all of my niggas come eat, we gon' run it up
Extended on this gun, that's a honey bun
Try me, I let out a hunnid of 'em
If you love me, then tell me you love me, I need some affection
I just fell out with my bitch 'cause she went through my phone, saw how freak I was textin'
Why I thug it like that, I'm too extra, I don't love these hoes, I'm disrespectful
I just can't help it, baby, I'm a dawg, promise my mama raised a nigga better, yeah, yeah
Gorilla Glue lyrics - DaBaby
Yeah yeah yeah ugh, aye
Aye man I'm back on my baby Jesus
Just got some gorilla glue it came with seeds, I'ma pop em out and act like its OG
I'ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte, got em for 1000 sell em for the three
Nigga keep blowing up my phone crying to me, tryna get me sellin for the cheap
No bitch you ain't go to receipt (ugh)
Ain't no refunds on a beat (ugh)
I got a bitch that a freak she's on my side of town so she stay up the street (ugh)
I don't like talking to broke bitches I remain silent like they the police (ugh)
My bitches know I'ma dog I'ma go fuck another bitch
I need a leash (ugh) my baby Jesus he ain't from Miami
But that nigga ballin and he got the heat (ugh)
Please don't compare me to rap niggas ain't no comparison not to unique (ugh)
Dunkin on niggas I'm buttering' shout-out to money man he did the feet (ugh)
I hit to yo dude and remixed embarrassed a rapper and shit on this beat (ugh)
Somebody I'm moving Savage and put me in beast mode now it's time to eat
Just got some gorilla glue it came with seeds, I'ma pop em out and act like its OG
I'ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte, got em for 1000 sell em for the three
Nigga keep blowing up my phone crying to me, tryna get me sellin for the cheap
No bitch you ain't go to receipt (ugh)
Ain't no refunds on a beat (ugh)
The baby
The baby
The baby
Ugh ey
And I'm back on my baby Jesus
Number 2 lyrics - DaBaby
That ain't the baby
That's my baby
Yah yah yah
Ha ha
Ei
First things first
His girlfriend says she love me I'm the truth (ugh, ugh)
I'm a dogie when I tap the hoes I hoof (yah)
They go to baby tellin' new good if (poof, hoo)
We got bitches kissin', bitches gettin' loose (huh)
In a way to ain't the beast and pussy that's a (hooh)
I'm on my tip-toes and she feel like (hooh)
I had to climb about the day she had me (ugh)
Yeah that's the forty if you play that bigger bone
And I'll be doggie all of these they [?] (poof)
Don't need no gatorade good bitch I've got to choose
Bitch I'm shit I know I smell like number two
Check out my outfit I'm freshest in the room (that ain't to say [?] see my baby) (ugh)
His girlfriend says she love me I'm the truth
I'm a dogie when I tap the hoes I hoof (yah)
They go to baby tellin' new good if (poof)
I'm boy medication in my mountain dew
Got a biz to stay Cali in the same city snoop
But the fly out to Miami found my bitch [?] blue
I fuck around and bought some sandals to the beach
I got some sand below my feet
I call the [?] freak
Good guys just stand to see they tip
Look guys they want my bitches above
She order my dick she lickin' my bob
D*ck in the fork
Shut us the words
I hate the [?] nigga pissin' his job
Pause you do not want any ex in my nigga just copy my nigga quick act
You can get flipped like a ma fuckin' match
Come and collect like some ma fuckin' tax
I'm in the store with my daughter and baby
Mama get it on [?] think that I'm lackin'
The mama baby Jesus see they can't believe
To see the solid nigga makin' me up
Webbie lyrics - DaBaby
(That ain't the baby, that's my baby)
I was just twenty-two inside the condo
Got way to hot I put the beamer up
I had the yellow seven forty-five with rims and my lil bruh had the beamer truck
My niece's get good grades I take em shopping for outfits and tell em to keep it up
Then I hit the backstreet and pick your bitch
Up and bent her over and beat her up (ugh)
Your bitch is a dog need a leash or sum (rrrr)
She Suckin' on me like a leech or sum (ugh)
I Just sent her home in a cab (get on)
I told the arab keep the meter running (yah)
I run thru hoes and get rid of em (get rid of em)
Fuck all my haters I shit on em
And he say that he want some pounds (oh yeah)
I pulled up on him with like 10 of em
My name hold weight with alot of niggas (weight)
I got so much weight I could sit on it (ah)
I turn good girls into freaks (freak)
When they give me head make em' spit on it
Fuck all my haters I shit on em
I fuck the same hoes used to shit on me (ah)
And I'll slap the shit out a lil nigga (bitch)
And I make him go get his big homie (ah)
My nigga dangerous and he need to work on his anger but that's still my nigga tho
My niggas so real that if I was a bitch then they woulda robbed me couple years ago (ah ha)
I'm Chillin' with my baby mama wit a big 40 eating a big bowl of cereal (boom)
Just got in a argument she brought me frosted flakes I thought I asked her for cheerios
I was just twenty-two inside the condo
Got way to hot I put the beamer up
I had the yellow seven forty-five with rims and my lil bruh had the beamer truck
My niece's get good grades, I take em shopping for outfits and tell em to keep it up
Then I hit the backstreet and pick your bitch
Up and bent her over and beat her up (ugh)
Back To Cali lyrics - DaBaby
They're tryin' to run off with my drip
I'm tryin' to send a couple pounds to my bitch, now
I try to play Mr. Nice Guy
But fuck my other plug, I'm hoppin' the fence
I got my weight up
I'm menace bitch, I'm doing push ups like Fifty
I got on a bandana like 2Pac
And going going back to Cali like Biggie, huh
I've got them bows for the low
Pull up and shove like a stove
Stand on his hill, that's a forty
And when that bitch up it's gonna blow
My lil bitch do my Glock and my nine
My lil bitch don't be talkin' to lames
I be like B give me a head
My bitch put her box on my name
My bitch gonna give me another
Matter fact, get two more bring my brother
And we in a house on the hill
I'm tryin' to save up get another one
We 'bout whatever you know that
The pack ain't [?] no throwback
Fuck all that talkin' for, show that
I'm in this bitch bopin' like Kodak
Check my Rolie make 'em dizzy
Bitches on me, pretty Ricky
Take your hoe and bring her with me
She suck my dick, she left a hicky
I'm bopin', sprintin' like Diddy
My feet don't touch the ground I'm floatin'
I'm the type to hurt your feelin's
Take your bitch and bust her open
They're tryin' to run off with my drip
I'm tryin' to send a couple pounds to my bitch, now
I try to play Mr. Nice Guy
But fuck my other plug, I'm hoppin' the fence
I got my weight up
I'm menace bitch, I'm doing push ups like Fifty
I got on a bandana like 2Pac
And going going back to Cali like Biggie, huh
Mr. Clean lyrics - DaBaby
What the fuck a nigga mean?
Bitches treat me like a king
You can call me Mr. Clean
I just lied to your hoe
Put on autotune and told her I can really sing
Run up on me I'ma squeeze
Packin', count the back end
Then we leave
Fuck the show money, that ain't no money
I make more money sellin' P's
Thank the Lord he blessed me with another plug
So you know I ran off on my other plug
I miss the [?]
They can get it, I'm runnin' up
My niggas be hatin', I smell it
I duckin' and dodgin' felonies
I would just pull up broad day and start blowin' at you
But I know they gonna tell on me
I left in a rental car, had about twenty on me
But came back with just money on me
I'm fucking these bitches, she just can't stop squirtin' on me
She be suckin' and slurpin' on me
Call up the DaBaby and tell 'em, stop shittin' on me
All this sauce be drippin' on me
See me in person and said it looked different on me
Saw all of my pictures, put kisses on 'em
Can't fuck with niggas 'cause niggas be switchin' on me
I always saw a bitch in homie
I'm in the mall with my daughter in flip flops
But I still got a pistol on me
I buy my [?] guy with me
But I still keep the ride with me
Two forties feel like the mob with me
Fuck what they talkin' bout - I be like
What the fuck a nigga mean?
Bitches treat me like a king
You can call me Mr. Clean
I just lied to your hoe
[?] autotune and told her I can really sing
Run up on me I'ma squeeze
Packin', count the back end
Then we leave
Fuck the show money, that ain't no money
I make more money sellin' P's
Above The Rim lyrics - DaBaby (feat. Money Man)
[DaBaby:]
Dunkin' on niggas, above the rim
My numbers be cheap, my plug out in Cali
Sent him an addy, he flew 'em in
When I hit your bitch from the back, she say daddy
I'm bending her over and choking on her
Spreading her legs and I'm stroking on her
I'm talking that shit and she talk it back
I pull out and bust it out wide open on her
I got out the house around 7:30
Smoke me a blunt and got something to eat
She told me her nigga was 9 to 5
So I come to fuck her from 12 to 3
She told me her nigga a peewee
I be on your couch, watching TV
Yo lil bitch, my name is Mimi
You threw me an ally like CP
Dunkin' on niggas, above the rim
My numbers be cheap, my plug out in Cali
Sent him an addy, he flew 'em in
When I hit your bitch from the back, she say daddy
I'm bending her over and choking on her
Spreading her legs and I'm stroking on her
I'm talking that shit and she talk it back
I pull out and bust it out wide open on her
Thought she was scared of me, thought she was amateur
She put that head on me
I'm not really famous, but bitches be sucking me like a celebrity
I know she a freak, I'm tryna, drive she told let back the seat
Had the ball in her hand with the tongue out, like Jordan 1993
Dunkin' on niggas, above the rim
My numbers be cheap, my plug out in Cali
Sent him an addy, he flew 'em in
When I hit your bitch from the back, she say daddy
I'm bending her over and choking on her
Spreading her legs and I'm stroking on her
I'm talking that shit and she talk it back
I pull out and bust it out wide open on her
[Money Man:]
I feel like Pac, I ball above the rim
My niggas shooting, and I don't need a gym
I just took fifty K I made from streaming and started to grow with all these bells and whistle
These niggas be hating, but they ain't got a nickel
I'm rocking black and white, I'm too official
My bitch, she be thick as fuck and superficial
The way she give mouth, she should've been a dentist
Got thirty piece in the car a nigga rented
These niggas be scary, I could see them shiver
Just send me the addy, the package get delivered
He tried to run off, I shot him in the liver
I fuck her like I just got up outta prison
My ticket so low, these niggas don't believe it
She stroking my dick and swallowing my semen
My chopper rip pussy niggas up to pieces
DaBaby just hit me and said he need a bale, yeah
We gon' need a bigger scale, yeah
Balling like Sebastian, Telfair
Ups it, I'ma send it in the morning
Damn I feel like Jordan
Bitch I'm always scoring
Trappin' while I'm touring
Serving out a foreign
Damn she wet as fuck
She raining and she pouring
Shout out Jay-Z, I just sold a P up at the 40/40
[DaBaby:]
Dunkin' on niggas, above the rim
My numbers be cheap, my plug out in Cali
Sent him an addy, he flew 'em in
When I hit your bitch from the back, she say daddy
I'm bending her over and choking on her
Spreading her legs and I'm stroking on her
I'm talking that shit and she talk it back
I pull out and bust it out wide open on her
Dunkin' on niggas, above the rim
My numbers be cheap, my plug out in Cali
Sent him an addy, he flew 'em in
When I hit your bitch from the back, she say daddy
I'm bending her over and choking on her
Spreading her legs and I'm stroking on her
I'm talking that shit and she talk it back
I pull out and bust it out wide open on her
Flip Phone lyrics - DaBaby
Yeah yeah yeah
I ride with two burners and a flip phone, switch the numbers I don't pay the bill
Just dropped a video, and got a mil'
I be so up they think I popped a pill
Bitches be on me asking how it feel
Supposed to get a mil when you keep it real
I like to hop in the whip with ya bitch on the highway and get some head behind the wheel
I just be blessing niggas with the sauce
He gone run off and act like it was his
You just a middle man go get your boss
Don' make me slap nigga like a kid
I put this bitch on the map
My bitch got so thick she look fat
I got the stick on my lap
I point that bitch at yo hat
Push up on me and its over
We pour codeine in our soda
I just went to go make a play
Pulled up with mo' weed than a grower
Fuck the fade I need a perm
Pull up and collect like big worm
And fuck a debo he boxing
If I was Craig I would've shot him
I ride with two burners and a flip phone, switch the numbers I don't the bill
Just dropped a video, and got a mil'
I be so up they think I popped a pill
Bitches be on me asking how it feel
Supposed to get a mil when you keep it real
I like to hop in the whip with ya bitch on the highway and get some head behind the wheel
Fresh lyrics - DaBaby
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Wipe me out
Wipe me out
Look at my bitch
Wipe me out
Wipe me out
Look at my [?]
Ha ha ha
Fresh (ey)
Fresh
Fresh (yah)
Fresh
Fresh (yah)
Fresh
Fresh (yah)
Fresh
Look at my wheel (Look at my wheel)
Look at my feet (Look at my feet)
Look at my split (Look at my split)
Look at my bitch
We'd be
Fresh
Fresh
Fresh
Fresh
Fresh (ey)
Fresh (Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Fresh (yeah)
Fresh
Look at my feet (yah yah yah)
Look at my skirt
Look at my wheel
Look at my bitch
Look at my face
Look at my slit
Ey
Fresh (yeah)
I'm the freshest nigga yeah (baby)
Diamond [?] my reason ey (for real)
Looking like has been to jake (yah)
I made they just burden ey (ey)
I'm not lawe you want my dog (woaf)
Looking like a bottom [?] (ey)
They just come in out the drawers
Only nigga do it bow (bow)
I'm likely brown meet me (a got [?])
I'm tired of reminding in me (yah)
Did I [?] forty minutes (ey)
I might do it a minute (what)
Could the nigga look up in me? (ey)
My outfit is from overseas (for real)
That's why I got your own in me
'Cause I've been drippin' from my feet up to my head yah (yah yah yah)
And everywhere we do [?] different with me (yah yah yah)
Fresh (ey)
Fresh
Fresh (yah)
Fresh
Fresh (yah)
Fresh
Fresh (yah)
Fresh
Look at my wheel (Look at my wheel)
Look at my feet (Look at my feet)
Look at my split (Look at my split)
Look at my bitch
We'd be
Fresh
Fresh
Fresh
Fresh
Fresh (ey)
Fresh
Fresh (ey)
Fresh
Look at my feet (Yeah yeah yeah)
Look at my wheel (Look at my wheel)
Look at my bitch (Look at my bitch)
Look at my slit (ey)
Ey ey
Switch lyrics - DaBaby
Me and my niggas the realest
We don't fall out 'bout bitches
I fuck your hoe you fuck mine
I ain't trippin' we can switch 'em
I put my hoes up on game
Teach 'em how to keep it pimpin'
I told you don't talk out the turn
You fucked up when you didn't listen
Fuck it, I'm done with your ass
I keep the gun in my pants
I had my dick in her throat
I had my thumb in her ass
She told me she like when I smack her
She bust it open call me daddy
She smashed the covers of the mattress
Strapped it up I used the plastic
She beggin' to fuck without rubber
She fuck me and suck my little brother off
I ran through your clique like a hoe
I'm fuckin' like every last one of ya
My bitch know I'm a dog
Make that hoe give me a bone
Ask if she make a flick with me
Recorded that shit on my phone and
Me and my niggas the realest
We don't fall out 'bout bitches
I fuck your hoe you fuck mine
I ain't trippin' we can switch 'em
I put my hoes up on game
Teach 'em how to keep it pimpin'
I told you don't talk out the turn
You fucked up when you didn't listen
Now I got to put you on punishment
I told you 'bout pullin' that funny shit
You tried me, you know I don't play
So I'm 'bout to go get another bitch
Runnin' your mouth like you runnin' shit
You must've forgot who you runnin' with
MoneyBagg Yo and Yo Gotti
You do it to much off some other shit
I thought I told you it was over
You beefin' with the bitch 'bout me and I'm done with ya'll
I keep a stick for a hater
I pull it out and dump it on any one of ya'll
I dap you up but [?] greet you 'cause I don't fuck with none of ya'll
I went up the street with the bag
And I made a play and I came back with twenty ball and
Me and my niggas the realest
We don't fall out 'bout bitches
I fuck your hoe you fuck mine
I ain't trippin' we can switch 'em
I put my hoes up on game
Teach 'em how to keep it pimpin'
I told you don't talk out the turn
You fucked up when you didn't listen
No Hook lyrics - DaBaby
Twinkle twinkle I'm the star
Who wanted drink? I'm at the bar
My favorite freak, I hit it raw
A lot of reefer, no cigar
I've got a leaf up in the car
No I don't smoke it, I just sell it
Ain't givin' nothing out on credit
So come and see me when you ready
Don't make me rain on your parade
I love my niggas like I'm gay
We go to hell and we don't pray
I'm fresh as hell look at my fade
Bitch can't you tell it I'm the wave
I can pay for your bitch to get off
She keep tellin' me all of your business
I can't wait for that bitch to quit talkin'
I can't wait until my clique start ballin'
Pull up cash out on whatever
Got a new broad and that's my Cinderella
I fuck her friend, she gon probably get jealous
I got the sauce drippin' on some chips
I can't get lost in the sauce, I be pimpin'
Fuck what it cost, I'm a boss, I'm gonna spend it
I'm not fallin' off 'cause I'm 'bout my business
And I'm gettin' money my nigga, ain't got my witness
I used to speak in with my nigga
Was fuckin' around 'bout the bitches
Somebody come home, I can't leave out the door so I jump out the window
Then I started sellin' pounds out the rental car
Pull up tell me what you spendin'
And I'm known for finessin', rob you for your money don't need a pistol
I ran off on the plug cause the drugs he front me way too expensive
Now I go get them racks for a show, and I swear it's a hell of a feelin
Go ask my manager, I don't remember
I'm right back on the road, don't got no time for these hoes, now they yellin' their feelings
And free my cousin dotch
Free my nigga Rell they're both locked up in prison
I pull up with a chauffeur, hop out the suburban just like I'm P Diddy
They let me off on probation and I'm 'bout to go downtown and pick up my pistol
I was fuckin' your hoe on the low, when you see her tell "Baby a miss her"
Used to give me that throat right before she went home to you and let you kiss her
Why you do 'em like that? She be like "Fuck 'em that nigga be trippin'"
Then she wipe up her mouth and I pull my pants, grab my shirt and get missin'
Lick lyrics - DaBaby
Lookin' like a walkin' lick
Lookin' like a walkin' lick yeah
Twenty bitches on my dick
I be coolin' with my clique yeah
Everybody want my bitch
Everybody want my bitch yeah
I can't help it, I'm the shit
I be like this is legit, ah
I give the stick on me, look like a lick, all the bad bitches lick on me
They say I'm like licorice, I melt in their mouth so deliciously
I've got a bitch with ass like delicious, she told me she sick of me
And I've got some shit in my sleeve, other niggas used to shit on me
I make the table and if you ain't hungry, I won't let you sit with me
I lost at least couple of times on the way, now it's time for a victory
I take a loss [?] like a boss, turn a loss to a memory
And I've got all them fuck niggas up out of my circle that fucked up my energy
Lookin' like a walkin' lick
Lookin' like a walkin' lick yeah
Twenty bitches on my dick
I be coolin' with my clique yeah
Everybody want my bitch
Everybody want my bitch yeah
I can't help it, I'm the shit
I be like this is legit, ah
I'm the nigga and they love it, got me screamin' fuck it I don't need a budget
They know I've got the cheapest numbers, everybody love me so the [?]
I tried to give that hoe my number four or five years ago but she ain't want it
And now the bitch be on dick, she think I don't remember, boy these bitches funny
These niggas fifty I'm a hundred, duckin' all this fame and love 'cause I don't want it
Do these niggas 'round you really love you, nigga fuck a friend and better get some money
Uh, cleanest nigga you've done seen in a minute
Just made a play for the P at the Wendy's
I ain't get no food, 'cause my lil bitch be cookin'
And when I don't eat she go get to trippin'
Lookin' like a walkin' lick
Lookin' like a walkin' lick yeah
Twenty bitches on my dick
I be coolin' with my clique yeah
Everybody want my bitch
Everybody want my bitch yeah
I can't help it, I'm the shit
I be like this is legit, ah
Lookin' like a walkin' lick
Lookin' like a walkin' lick yeah
Twenty bitches on my dick
I be coolin' with my clique yeah
Everybody want my bitch
Everybody want my bitch yeah
I can't help it, I'm the shit
I be like this is legit, ah
Pull Up Music lyrics - DaBaby
[Part I]
Different when it go so hard
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh (Hah)
Ayy, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit (Hah)
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Let me get back on my hustle, fuck a friend, it's off the muscle (Ha)
You smoking dick, you think I trust you? (Mhm)
Burn a nigga like I'm Usher (Boom)
I don't go back and forth all on the internet, have no interest for discussion (No)
Pull her hair and choke her while we fucking, I probably give her a concussion
I need a plate and I ain't tryna wait, I'm so fucking hungry I could starve
My nigga snuck in with the rod, I'm 'bout whatever, that's on God
I go to jail, I pay the bond, please don't waste my fucking time
Hate on me, I hit your ho (Ho), play with me, I get that iron
Can we fucking keep a secret? That's a .40, bitch, I keep it (Boom)
My bitch a fucking Puerto Rican, I fuck her every other weekend
They swagger jacking, I can peep it, these nigga jacking my steelo
Bitch, it's a brick, it's a kilo (Brick), I beat a nigga up like Deebo
His bitch got at me on the d-low (Shh), I'm wit' my niggas shooting CeeLo
Wouldn't run up on me, that's a no-go (Brr), I keep it on me like it's legal, bitch
DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
Ha
[Part II]
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Firzt on the track
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, yeah
They should've told you I'm coming, nigga play with me, I mop it (It's up)
Pull up on me, think I'm bluffing? Bust it on you, have you running (Brr)
Your bitch can get it if she want it (Oh yeah)
I'm killing your bitch from the back, I smack her ass and keep her coming (hey)
All my nigga, they a hundred, police behind me, I'm running (I'm gone)
My ho make your ho look ugly, I don't do dimes, I do twenties (For real)
Twenty thousand on a Monday (Twenty), thirty thousand on a Tuesday
Caught your bitch out on a Wednesday, she like my style, I had her choosing (Uh)
Sleep on me and then you losing, got a beam on the chopper (Boom)
Make you lean when I pop it, got some lean from the doctor
Wherever you see me, I'm ready, my name hold weight, this shit heavy
Got your bitch face in my lap, parked at the 7-Eleven
Yeah, we at pump number nine, this ain't no pump, this a iron
They ain't let me in with the .40, snuck in the back with the .9
These nigga be acting and lying, posting up statuses, crying
There really, really ain't no real niggas
And I'm 'bout to light the bih line, ayy
DaBaby
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