Look At Me Now lyrics - Baby Jesus

Ha

Baby Jesus, I'm on they ass

Can I talk my shit?

I'ma talk my shit

Firzt on the track

Fuck, hey, turn up

I'm on they ass, look at me now, I'm on they ass

You niggas buyin' my swag, look at me now, you keep on buyin' my swag

Watch how I do my lil' dance, look at me now

I had to run up them bands, look at me now

Ooh, look at me now, just look at me now

I had to turn up my swag, look at me now, I had to turn up my swag

I had to go get them bands, look at me now, go get them bands

I got these fuck niggas mad, look at me now, ha

Fuck is that lil' nigga talkin' 'bout? Let's be for real

All of that shit that you rap about, that's what I live

Somebody call the police, they keep stealing my swag

Way too much bread in my jeans, I'ma need me a bag

I wasn't even gon' speak, but he's getting me mad

I'm actually starting to think that these niggas some fags

You do a whole lot of lookin', but you lookin' bad

These niggas don't even got cars and they talkin' 'bout gas

I'm on they ass, look at me now, I'm on they ass

You niggas buyin' my swag, look at me now, you keep on buyin' my swag

Watch how I do my lil' dance, look at me now

I had to run up them bands, look at me now

Ooh, look at me now, just look at me now

I had to turn up my swag, look at me now, I had to turn up my swag

I had to go get them bands, look at me now, go get them bands

I got these fuck niggas mad, look at me now

I can't show no niggas no mercy, my foot up they ass

Goofy ass nigga, you thirsty, you stealing my swag

When you see me bounce through the club, get the fuck out the way

Somebody get this lil' nigga the fuck out my face

Please do not stand in my section like you with the squad

All of us known for finessin', and you can get robbed

I won't take a picture with you, but I will with my bitch

Tonight I am not in the mood, its just me and my niggas

I'm on they ass, look at me now, I'm on they ass

You niggas buyin' my swag, look at me now, you keep on buyin' my swag

Watch how I do my lil' dance, look at me now

I had to run up them bands, look at me now

Ooh, look at me now, just look at me now

I had to turn up my swag, look at me now, I had to turn up my swag

I had to go get them bands, look at me now, go get them bands

I got these fuck niggas mad, look at me now

Ha

I see how you lookin'

I'm on they ass

Masterpiece lyrics - DaBaby

Stop

Notice how I looked you in ya eye (Let's go)

Next time a nigga getting shot

If you really love me, fuck me like a thot

If you really love me, do what I say

When you give me head, look me dead in my eye

Nigga play and I'ma set it on fire

My lil' bitch is a masterpiece

I ain't even gotta be funny

When I'm telling no jokes she still gon' laugh at me

She still suck my dick when she mad at me

Let a nigga make me mad, you'll see

I nod my head in this bitch, them niggas gon' slide on yo bitch ass for me

Buss down Cartier new Master P

My lil' bitch is a masterpiece

I ain't even gotta be funny

When I'm telling no jokes she still gon' laugh at me

She still suck my dick when she mad at me

Let a nigga make me mad, you'll see

I nod my head in this bitch, them niggas gon' slide on yo bitch ass for me

Buss down Cartier new Master P

Let down the window, you see me (Skrrt, let this bitch down)

We got ARs, .45s, nines, and the two-tone Lamborghini (Let's go, let's go)

I walk in the bitch by myself

Nigga still got on all of his bling-bling (Bling)

I'm so rich, drop the top on that 'Rarri

Got lil' bruh in this bitch with that thing-thing (That ting, nigga)

They just told me that somebody die

But it don't bother me, that's a G thing (So)

No, it don't bother me, it't the G way (G)

I don't know what went down at that Walmart (Uh-uh)

I don't know what happened on that freeway (Doo, doo, doo)

Okay, there go DaBaby, he back now

Run it back, hey, bitch, turn that on replay

Oh, he still got that shit with that bop in it?

Oh, they thought that lil' nigga went pop, didn't it?

I'm one of them superstar rappers who actually poppin'

Who really gon' pop niggas (I'm one of those)

We really done pop niggas

Tryna see one of you lil' niggas up, take the clout which ya

And I got this lil' boo thing

Soon as I went a got her a purse, put my Glock in it (Yeah, yeah-yeah)

Like bae, you my bitch now

She know I don't mean no disrespect, I just talk different

Nigga

My lil' bitch is a masterpiece

I ain't even gotta be funny

When I'm telling no jokes she still gon' laugh at me

She still suck my dick when she mad at me

Let a nigga make me mad, you'll see

I nod my head in this bitch, them niggas gon' slide on yo bitch ass for me

Buss down Cartier new Master P

My lil' bitch is a masterpiece

I ain't even gotta be funny

When I'm telling no jokes she still gon' laugh at me

She still suck my dick when she mad at me

Let a nigga make me mad, you'll see

I nod my head in this bitch, them niggas gon' slide on yo bitch ass for me

Buss down Cartier new Master P

Buss it down, Cartier baby (Buss it down)

Niggas think I'm from Detroit

But I come from that 704, Charlotte made me (704)

And you can come play if you want

I'ma leave yo ass cold like Detroit on the pavement (Doo, doo, doo, doo)

Who fuckin' with Baby? Just laughed at you

Quick to beat a nigga up, leave him snag-a-toothed (Uh, uh)

Hoppin' on a jet to get a bag or two (Let's go)

Probably need to go and do some therapy

Have them moments, I always feel lonely (Uh-huh)

Just walked in the meetin', and I got it on me

They don't know that I got it on me (Uh, uh, uh)

I done made a whole lotta millions while in a pandemic (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

And even out there performin' (Go)

Clown ass nigga, better ketchup

You ain't even mustard, that shit there bologna (Eugh)

New boo look like a Barbie doll straight out the package

Had to buss her out the wrapper (Mwah)

A nice ass, fell in love with a real nigga (Mwah)

Time to turn her to a savage

A nigga play with me, I probably burn him on camera (Boom)

Damn, a rapper killed a rapper

A big player, it don't matter what happened before

What really matters happened after

My lil' bitch is a masterpiece

I ain't even gotta be funny

When I'm telling no jokes she still gon' laugh at me

She still suck my dick when she mad at me

Let a nigga make me mad, you'll see

I nod my head in this bitch, them niggas gon' slide on yo bitch ass for me

Buss down Cartier new Master P

My lil' bitch is a masterpiece

I ain't even gotta be funny

When I'm telling no jokes she still gon' laugh at me

She still suck my dick when she mad at me

Let a nigga make me mad, you'll see

I nod my head in this bitch, them niggas gon' slide on yo bitch ass for me

Buss down Cartier new Master P

Mini Van lyrics - DaBaby & BlocBoy JB

[BlocBoy JB:]

I get them hitters in Mini Van

Chopper it spinning, no ceiling fan

Get your bitches then I ball like a skeleton

Call up the plug and I told him quit meddling

I ain't got no time for no middleman

Walk in the trap and take over his trap, should I let him in?

If I do then we gon make a settlement

These niggas snitching, they talk too intelligent

I know that these niggas telling it

I can't believe that they (Ayy)

I can't believe that they (Ayy)

Fuck nigga dissin' it's BOA

I need a check like it's BOA

I got them chips like it's Frito-Lay

So much cheese, let's have a Dorito race

I just brought so many guns through the TSA

Don't tell me, "Sir, can you open your briefcase?"

Your money is slow, that's a delay

You only been trappin' and serving for 3 days

I bring the back to the front like a replay

I shoot my gun and it turn to relay

I'ma turn up for a month on my C-Day

Me and Lil Cameron gon turn up for his P-Day

I just caught me a lil' opp on the e-way

I hit heat him up 'til he cremate

I get them hitters in Mini Van

Chopper it spinning, no ceiling fan

Get your bitches then I ball like a skeleton

Call up the plug and I told him quit meddling

I ain't got no time for no middleman

Walk in the trap and take over his trap, should I let him in?

If I do then we gon make a settlement

These niggas snitching, they talk too intelligent

I know that these niggas telling it

[DaBaby:]

Ah, your partners' gon' tell they bitches (Uh-huh)

The phones out with me doing business (Brrrt)

The poles with me doing pictures (Yeah)

R&B hoes in my mentions (Huh?)

You paid for the hoe, I didn't (No)

She went and bought a four-five pistol (She do)

Brought it back in the box, no Christmas (Yeah)

Just think about me and your bitch, running round in your shit, playing hide and go get it (Haha)

Got my hand on the back of her head, with her face in the bed, looking dead at your picture (Yeah-Yeah-Yeah)

Giving your lil' bitch dick and she like it (Yeah)

It's a quickie, don't kick off my Nike's (Uh-huh)

Sucking dick in your kitchen, she triflin' (Uh)

Slide the door open and this nigga tried me (Watch out)

[BlocBoy JB:]

I get them hitters in Mini Van

Chopper it spinning, no ceiling fan

Get your bitches then I ball like a skeleton

Call up the plug and I told him quit meddling

I ain't got no time for no middleman

Walk in the trap and take over his trap, should I let him in?

If I do then we gon make a settlement

These niggas snitching, they talk too intelligent

I know that these niggas telling it

No Compadre (Freestyle) lyrics - DaBaby

Boy I'm tryna tell you

Fuck it, go in off the muscle

Niggas never love you, don't respect your

Every time they see you, dap you up in public

Second that you turn your back, they all like "Fuck you"

What the fuck wrong with these niggas?

I wouldn't even get on a song with these niggas

You might as well go put a thong on these niggas

I smell the perfume or cologne on these niggas

Ah, time to turn up in the city

I pull up broad day with that choppa, let's get it

These niggas act like they can't get they issue

Bring Swerve out the cut and I send him to get you

Pull up like, "Who wanna see me?"

Try me if you don't believe me

I got 'em like, "Who Baby Jesus?

The one that cashed out on that new yellow Beamer?"

No play-play, no play-play, I'm bustin'

I'm 'bout whatever, won't back down from nothin'

Perfected my craft, exercising my muscle

Two guns in the club, kill the first nigga touch me

That's why I be chilling and minding my business

I'm half-way retarded, my mind is specific

Welcome to Charlotte, and this how we livin'

From East to the West, better be 'bout your business

In North to the South, fuck around, get your issue

Re-up in Charlotte then come with your pistol

Don't leave it in the car, I bring it in here with me

Please don't get me started 'cause I don't like quittin'

On I-85 blowing smoke out the window

Vroom, I'm Ricky Bobby, I send hits like Boozie

The first nigga try me, I pay for the bodies

Just call me John Gotti, yeah

It ain't shit to send a hit

Send a DM on the Gram, hit your bitch

Got a MAC-11, 32 in the clip

Keep a .45 with 15 shots off the hip

Glock in my tote, we strapped up in the V.I.P

Fuck the security, we in the club with them pistols

Catch him slipping, go knock the mug off a nigga

Ask what happened, "Sorry, I do not remember"

Know how we do in the fold

No pressure, I know what do with your hoe

Bet I make her feel special, I know what to tell her

I sell her a dream, let her put on my necklace

Then give her right back, know I had to finesse her

Baby Jesus got more bitches than Elvis

You know I got 'eem, got me feeling like Welvin

You already know that all dogs go to heaven

All my dogs is some felons

Fuck the law, ain't no tellin'

I switched up the pace on the rental

Pull up on whoever, just tell me who want it

I'm flat about all the subliminal messages

My confirmation and niggas respect the shit

I go to work like a muhfuckin' Mexican

I'm so unimpressed with these niggas

I expected the best from these niggas

I'm disappointed, that's to say the least

Somebody wake me up, I'm on the way to sleep

I find it funny how these niggas changing on me like I didn't do this thing by my lonely

Like I ain't put work in, no handouts, I earned it, please don't say my name, lil' nigga, you don't know me

I make it look easy, but don't get it twisted, you ain't built for this shit, I promise

I love getting money, I love getting pussy, and both of 'em come with a whole lot of problems

I'm the future of rap in my city, not to mention I'm known to fuck up some commas

What you kids know about taking niggas money just to go and give it to your mama?

If I love you, I will never let you struggle, I'll give you my last, know I got ya

And it's Baby Jesus, you already know it, ayy

Not Like Us (Freestyle) lyrics - DaBaby

People wan' know why I ain't runnin' from nothin'

'Cause my momma wit' the shits, and my big brothers was thuggin', nigga

I used to try to thug it wit' my big brothers, they used to tell me "Goddamn nigga, nah, hell nah, nigga, take yo' ass in the house, nigga, fuck you doin', nigga?"

They'll let my friend hit the—hit the blunt, nigga

He—he over here wit' me

People wonder why I ain't runnin' from nothin'

'Cause my momma wit' the shits, and my big brothers was thuggin', nigga

Look, sometimes you gotta pop out and punk niggas

Like, even if my momma fuck wit' ya, I wouldn't fuck wit' ya

Go ask, nigga, I wouldn't share a motherfuckin' blunt wit' ya

And I wouldn't walk up on me if you ain't got yo' motherfuckin' gun wit' ya

I'm blastin'

Niggas go run they mouth, you see what happen

Nigga, I'm from the south where we get active

Nigga gon' watch his mouth, but we gon' smash him

We'll get on yo' ass like we some khakis, on some West Coast shit

Niggas ain't like me, nigga

Haha

Yeah, niggas is not like us

Niggas is not like us

Niggas ain't like me, dope boy, white T, fitted hat

I was shootin' craps and playin' spades when you played pitty pat

I was taught a nigga put his hands on you, then hit him back

And if he actin' like he wanna put his hands on you, then hit him first

I was hoppin' out wit' trash bags, them bitches full of work

You can ask the last few niggas that played wit' me, they'll tell you bullets hurt

And I ain't talkin' about the pews that you sit in but I got that wooden church

If a church shooter come walk in the sanctuary, I bet I put him down

I'm the one that up the score on niggas, that's why I'm still in town

I'll get on yo' ass all by myself and make you simmer down

Nigga, you the type to meet the fuckin' plug and try to steal a pound

When you could've got a hunnid on the face, but you a stupid nigga

They ain't gon' play wit' me when they see me 'cause I'ma shoot the nigga

Ever since I was three, they hate on me, I'm kinda used to niggas

They callin' the god damn phone all through the night; I'm out in Houston wit' a five

Go against bossman, I'll Boosie niggas

Believe that, nigga

Point behind the tint, nigga, don't ever pull beside me

All them guns in yo' pics, nigga, is you ever gon' get a body?

I grab her by her neck and look in her eyes whenever she ride me

This ain't Karate Kid, I put that iron on Mr. Miyagi

This ain't for college kids, somebody gon' die in here if they try me

I'm one of the coldest rappers out here that's alive, but they tryna hide me

I was gettin' fo' hunnid thousand dollars a show and they still couldn't buy me

I'll leave one of these bitch-ass niggas right here on the flo', that's on my momma

These niggas ain't nothin' like her baby, I be poppin' this shit for my daughter

These niggas ain't nothin' like they daddy, I be poppin' this shit for my niece

These niggas ain't nothin' like they unc', I'ma make the fuckin' news every time they fuck wit' me or touch me

On my motherfuckin' brother, nigga

Block a bitch, delete her motherfuckin' number

I ain't finna talk to you 'til the end of motherfuckin' summer

These niggas sports bettin', talkin' 'bout the over and under

I used to score extra, come get fo', I'll throw you another

Nigga, my life GTA, I'm really livin' the way I wanna

Ready to shoot like SGA, I ride wit' two, you know it's thunder

Keep it too, bitch, you ain't stepped on shit

I'ma keep on trippin' 'cause I'm slept on

The rawest nigga wit' a microphone and some headphones

When I catch a nigga, they gon' say that we did him dead wrong

Got a pocket full of big blue hunnid's, but I'm still fuckin' wit' a redbone

That fuckin' 'round wit' me bad for you baby, better off doin' heroin

And she know I like to get head from her, gettin' head better when her hair long

I'm paranoid, I pull the pistol out and point it at you if you stare long

A bitch got 'bout two weeks for me to care, 'cause I don't really care long

I would tell you ask the last niggas that played wit' me, but they're gone

Them niggas done caught a flat and they can't come back, I guess they spare gone

I'ma finna fly out to LAX and go have me some Grammy sex

And smoke on me some Cali' weed wit' a pistol in my gallery

I'm tryna see 'bout her friend who wanna fuck, so now she mad at me

Play wit' me, it's (Fah, fah, fah), another casualty, DOA

I don't do no CashApp, send that to my BOA

Once a fuckin' month, I send a Zelle to get my BM straight

Nigga play wit' me, gon' play in hell, bitch, I don't even play

Wit' kids that ain't my family, nigga, see me and they ask me, nigga

Niggas wonder why I ain't runnin' from nothin'

'Cause my last name Kirk and my big brothers was thuggin', nigga

Yeah

Another demonstration

Uh

That's my Baby

On They Ass lyrics - DaBaby

Oh, hah, God

Ayy

I got right back in the bag

I got right back on my swag

I got right back to the cash

I got right back on they ass (Oh, yeah)

I'ma pull off, hit the gas (Le' go)

Then pull right back up, make 'em mad (Skrt)

Whenever I see 'em I laugh (Ha)

'Cause I got right back on they ass (Turn up)

I got right back on they ass (Turn up)

I got right back on they ass (Turn up)

I got right back on they ass (Oh, yeah)

I got right back on they ass (Oh, yeah)

I got right back on they ass (Turn up)

I got right back on they ass (Le' go)

I got right back to the cash (Hey)

And now I'm right back on they ass (Damn, okay)

You know that they comin' to Baby (Ok)

You know that my swag is so crazy (Oh yeah)

And you know that I'll bag your lil' lady (Bag it up)

And we might end up having a baby (Know how it go)

Didn't know that I had that much flavor

I gave out so much sauce to these lil' niggas I had to go put up a lil' but for later

I really don't wanna talk to these lil' niggas 'cause all they gon do is turn into some haters

I won't even do these lil' niggas a favor

Back on they ass, I couldn't tell you

Goddamn

I got right back in the bag

I got right back on my swag

I got right back to the cash

I got right back on they ass (Oh, yeah)

I'ma pull off, hit the gas (Le' go)

Then pull right back up, make 'em mad (Skrt)

Whenever I see 'em I laugh (Ha)

'Cause I got right back on they ass (Turn up)

I got right back on they ass (Turn up)

I got right back on they ass (Turn up)

I got right back on they ass (Oh, yeah)

I got right back on they ass (Oh, yeah)

I got right back on they ass (Turn up)

I got right back on they ass (Le' go)

I got right back to the cash (Hey)

And now I'm right back on they ass (Damn, okay)

Ayy

Oprah's Bank Account lyrics - Lil Yachty, Drake & DaBaby

(EarlOnTheBeat...)

[Lil Yachty:]

I ain't mad at 'em, baby

If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy

Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

Fuck you in your mama house

Overseas, I fly you out

Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out

Baby, what's up with your mouth?

City girl straight from the South

[Drake:]

Back home on a presi', I'm Obama, ayy, I condone the drama, ayy

I tongued down Madonna, ayy, do you need pajamas? Yeah

Stayin' the night, girl, you promised it

I hide in the cave like Osama did

I'm blowin' a bag in the Diamond District

You need me like dollars that are owed to you, yeah

Money and me are the same, but I just don't fold for you, yeah

Run me a body, I'll put a Range on the road for you

I don't know what you were told, but I ain't mad at you, baby

[Lil Yachty:]

If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy

Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

Fuck you in your mama house

Overseas, I fly you out

Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out

Baby, what's up with your mouth?

City girl straight from the South

Is they mad that you fuck with me? (Is they mad, mad, mad?)

Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley? (Skrrt)

Is they mad that you not with them? (Is they mad?)

Same hoes hatin' be in my DM (That's too sad)

Lockin' it down, lockin' it down, lockin' it down, I want you (I want you)

I want them to know you're my baby boo (My boo)

We still make it lit when ain't nothin' to do

Every time we step out, niggas look at you

(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)

I ain't mad at 'em, baby

If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy

Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I ain't mad at 'em, baby

[DaBaby & Lil Yachty:]

My bitch pull up lookin' like Oprah bank (Let's go)

Take a pic with a bitch and she faint (Yeah)

She look like a goddess, but she ain't no saint

My bitch 'bout it 'bout it, she need her a tank (Uh)

You know ain't no limit on blue hundreds

My bitch like a big bag of money, this new money (Chill)

You gon' make the bitch think that you love her (Fuck you)

Hold her hand right in front you, we too public (Aw)

Take the lil' nigga bitch, he ain't do nothin' (Yeah)

Now his bitch goin' Baby on Baby (Let's go)

She want me to stay, I ain't stayin'

And I hope that these niggas don't play, I ain't playin' (Let's go)

Your bitch lookin' good as Oprah bank account

I'm the type to take a nigga ho from him and take her out

Keep the butt, I'll take the mouth

(No, no, no, no, make him hit it and then quit it)

I ain't mad at 'em, baby (Let's go)

If I seen't you out, me too would be up on you crazy (Let's go)

Diamond in the rough, you look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

Fuck you in your mama house

Overseas, I fly you out

Is it trickin' if she really love me? Let's just find it out

Baby, what's up with your mouth?

City girl straight from the South

[Lil Yachty:]

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I just wanna take you out

You look as good as Oprah's bank account

I ain't mad at 'em, baby

Panini (DaBaby Remix) lyrics - Lil Nas X & DaBaby

D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

Ayy, Panini, don't you be a meanie

Thought you wanted me to go up

Why you tryna keep me teeny? I

It's a dream, he wished it on a genie

I got fans finally, ain't you wantin' them to see me? I

I thought you want this for my life, for my life

Said you wanted to see me thrive, you lied

Just say to me what you want from me

Just say to me what you want from me

Baby, let's go, uh

Okay, this song right here remind me of my ex

Say I be declinin' all her calls and I don't respond to none of her texts

I be like, "Girl, hush your mouth, you know I ain't got time for nothin' but sex"

She know I injured my right hand so when I get behind I use my left

She watched that "Walker Texas Ranger," say I remind her of Nas X

I'm talkin' "Old Town Road," all my hoes down low

They like girls and I like girls, three at a time, sometimes four

And if my backend not all hundreds and ain't on time, then I don't go

I be like...

Say to me what you want from me

Just say to me what you want from me

What you want?

Ayy, Panini, don't you be a meanie

Thought you wanted me to go up

Why you tryna keep me teeny now?

Now they need me, number one on streaming

Oh yeah, you used to love me

So what happened, what's the meaning? I

I thought you want this for my life, for my life

Said you wanted to see me thrive, you lied

Now when it's all done, I get the upper hand

I need a big Benz, not another fan

But I still want you as a fan

I'ma need to sit down, don't mean to make demands

But I need you to...

Say to me what you want from me

Just say to me what you want from me

D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

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PEACHES & EGGPLANTS (Freestyle) lyrics - DaBaby

I'm into nasty bitches

Don't even ask me, just grab it

Pull that bitch out, I'm up in traffic with it

Trying my best not to crash, 'cause this in her mouth

She ain't go patience with me

She like "Fuck this shit bae, if we crash that car you went out"

Today I pulled out SRT

If I crash it is one of my cheaper cars

How many you got, like 13?

If I'm out in that hellcat, I ride with that pff

Don't say nun', you know what I mean

Girl you know you got too much ass

I know that thang prolly can't go in them jeans

When I get off the road, I'm trying to see how that go

Can we fuck on the floor, on our knees

If I get in there, I kill that pussy

Promise that you ain't gon' go to Police

I'm from charlotte, I used to pull up in a rental

And sell bows of frontal, no grease

Anytime I got locked, I ain't never called my momma

I always left door with my freak

Tell her go pay her bonnet, go get my Apollo

And park on the side of fourth street

They can pop out and pop it, I really had summons

I went to court three times a week nigga, yeah

Was really that one as a street nigga, yeah

Been had the guns before rap nigga, yeah

Keep that bitch on me, I sleep with it, mm

Paranoid, watch how you creep

I shoot this bitch straight through my 10, I ain't cheap

Glock 23 in my hand, when I drive got a ARP sitting on the passenger seat, I don't reload I'm switching it

Shoot this bitch out my door, while I'm sitting in it

My dick gon' be the shovel, I tell her lay her fine ass on the floor while I dig in it

Imma leave a lil puddle, Fucking these lil niggas bitches, 4L

I had went and got me some little money

I brought my big bro a corvette with no L's

You can ask my homeboy mommas that knew me

When I was growing up, all my hustle was hell

You can ask my momma, she'll vouch

Ever since second grade baby had something to sell

Make em turn the music down, in front of the house

Gotta control all y'all traffic, nigga

I was the food with that trappin'

I can show you what to do with that plastic nigga

Now I get loot off of rapping nigga, like uh

Boaw, Boaw, Boaw, Boaw, Boaw

Boaw, Boaw, Boaw, Boaw, Boaw

Boaw

Boaw, Boaw, Boaw, Boaw, Boaw

Boaw, Boaw, Boaw, Boaw, Boaw

Boaw, Boaw, Boaw, Boaw, Boaw

Boaw, Boaw, Boaw, Boaw, Boaw

Dababy

Point Em Out lyrics - That Mexican OT & DaBaby

[That Mexican OT:]

Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?

(B-B-Bankroll Got It)

Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)

Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)

Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout (Ugh)

I'm strikin' men like strikin' lightnin', you see what happenin'

My last fight, friend, well, alright, then

Better tighten up, we tight ends

Fucked my grill up 'cause I popped an X all night, it had me bitin'

Caught his ass stealin', so I had to take his right hand

Cup be lookin' like a pump jack, bitch, I am a oiler

Damn, how many times I gotta spin to get this boy to learn?

Then I ain't no fuckin' joke, we drop lil' T, then drop lil' more

Better watch your mouth 'cause I got soap, I got diamonds, tacos, and coke

Inside of my Wock', I drop a hater like my throka

Got elbows swingin', watch him cook, I smoke his ass just like some morta

Leave him flat just like a torta, I swim with killers like a orca

It don't matter where it is, it don't matter where I'm at because to me, no me importa

Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)

Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)

Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout (Ugh)

[DaBaby:]

Bitch, I don't even like no lame, keep my name up out your mix, ho

I don't like diamonds no more, only plain jane to watch my wrist

Uh, before rap, I was poppin' my shit, nigga

I was still turnt with them motherfuckin' bags, my mama thought I had the bricks, nigga, bricks, nigga

Drop a ghetto bitch off at her job and borrow her whip, nigga

I'm in this with a baby AR playin' sweet, actin' like I'm a bitch, nigga

I told lil' mama to bend it over like a dog, I'm tryna come hit with her

You know these bitches'll drive a Honda through the wall to fuck with a rich nigga

I'm from the South, I greet a woman with a smile when I take a pic' with her, she can relax

OT wan' see him in the trunk, shit, I wouldn't even leave him in that

Any one of these niggas play when I walk in this bitch, I'd probably leave with a hat, nigga, and a reason to laugh, haha

[That Mexican OT:]

Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)

Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)

Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout

Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)

Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, take him to the South (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

Ayy, where he is? (Where he is?), point him out (Point him out)

Throw his bitch ass in the trunk, show him what the fuck we talkin' 'bout (Ugh)

Protect And Serve lyrics - DaBaby (feat. King Carter, JxHines)

You took my son away from me

You know how hard it was for me to get him this damn school and graduate?

You know how many black men graduate?

Not many

Because you bring them down to this type of level where they feel like, "I don't got nothing to live for, anyway"

"They gon' try to take me out, anyway"

Rest in peace

To all those we lost

By murder of the police

Damn

Don't shoot me, my nigga, it's just a book

It's probably what keeps everyone's life end up getting took

Wanna put that iron on us because of the way we look

My mama call me every time there's a shooting because she shook, this shit real

Just watch the news, in my city, we goin' crazy

Ain't nobody backin' down, we wildin' like it's the 80's

Why y'all hate the police?

I hate them 'cause they hate me

Why y'all burnin' cop cars?

Why'd the judge put me on probation?

So it y'all don't make no sense to us and we don't make no sense to you

Let's all start using common sense and see what common sense'll do

They went and got the army?

We got ourselves a couple missiles, too

But I'ma use my words, 'cause I'm somebody they gon' listen to

DaBaby, I'm proud of this Charlotte, this city made me

Let one more cop get away and it's gon' get crazy

You probably watchin' CNN, don't listen to it

And you probably shouldn't speak on this shit if you ain't been through it, for real

R.I.P

Today, the FBI entered the case of an officer in Ferguson, Missouri who shot an unarmed black man to death over the weekend (Baby)

That sparked rioting

Fires were set (You're supposed to protect and serve us)

I watched the police chase after the guy full force

He was unarmed, he ran for his life, they shot him and he fell

He put his arms up to let them know he was compliant and he was unarmed, and they shot him twice in the arm, and he fell to the grounnd (You're supposed to protect and serve us)

And, "Murder," was all she wrote

Yeah, and dying was not a choice

Another life lost of murder

Hey, they supposed to protect and serve us

I'm just tryna live right

They just tryna take my life

Another soul lost of murder

They supposed to protect and serve us (They is)

They supposed to protect and serve us

They supposed to protect and serve us

They supposed to protect and serve us

Hey, they supposed to protect and serve us

They shot my daddy

I'm say this one more, I'm tired

My daddy was over there reading a motherfucking book in the car

No, they tased him first, then they shot him four motherfucking times in the chest (Look)

I ain't waitin' for the perfect moment, took the moment and made it perfect

Don't do it for the money, but I know I deserve it

For the people that feel saved by the Zimmerman verdict

Rest in peace Jonathan Ferrell, 'cause you was murdered

By the same people that's supposed to protect and serve us

Now what I'm supposed to tell my kids when they heard it

Uh, crazy world, swear it's a crazy world

As I put this prosthetic leg on my little girl

Lookin' at I, so pure

All of this pain we must endure

They killin' our youth for they [?]

Can't even send my son to the store if it's secure

I'm so tired of bendin' my hand today

Grab on my pistol and just go blast the way

I might seem ignorant, but I have to say

I don't know if I'ma die because I'm black today

And, "Murder," was all she wrote

Yeah, and dying was not a choice

Another life lost of murder

Hey, they supposed to protect and serve us

I'm just tryna live right

They just tryna take my life

Another soul lost of murder

They supposed to protect and serve us (They is)

They supposed to protect and serve us

They supposed to protect and serve us

They supposed to protect and serve us

Hey, they supposed to protect and serve us

Yeah

Rest in peace

Keith Lamont Scott

Alton Sterling

Philando Castille

Tamir Rice

Freddie Gray

Sandra Bland

John Crawford

And all the other victims

Gunned down by the police

Innocent or not innocent

You ain't have to kill 'em

They supposed to protect and serve us (But they don't)

Hey, they supposed to protect and serve us (But they don't)

They supposed to protect and serve us (But they don't)

Hey, they supposed to protect and serve us (But they don't)

Hey, they supposed to protect and serve us (But they don't)

They supposed to protect and serve us (But they don't)

Hey, they supposed to protect and serve us (But they don't)

Red Light Green Light lyrics - DaBaby

Baby

Prolly in a fast car riding with the cap off

Pull off with a bad broad

Think a nigga got here cappin'

I am not these rappers

You gon' have to cap ya ass off

And back on that big homie up

Hop out that bitch with that shit on me

Pull my dick out, sit me down, then she sit on it

Give them niggas a green light they gon' get on it

Red light, green light

I'm fucking a bitch in my g-nights

I hop out with that stick with that be like

My patner wanna see something killed

That's what he like

Told the first nigga try gon' tell G

How I bent out that motherfucking Saks since a knee high

Since a nappy head black gangsta peon

Have emotion I'm prime time like Deon

How she throw it, I snap from the behind

Hold up, look at the fit on me

Go get the tissue, that shit on me

Lie for me, die for me, kill for me, shit

Thick in the balls when she lick on me

I told her, "Bae show me you love me" (Show me)

Let 'em know out in public (Let em' know)

Uh huh, let em know while we fucking

They try me, it go down, you know how I'm coming

Yeah, rich ass stepper

The big white seats

Bitch, that's leather

I wanna fuck her and her friend

And I heard birds of the same feather

They flock together (Let's go)

I'm dangerous, they prolly tell you

What they say?

Don't play with him they 'bout whatever

Ah I get in there, she say I'm pressure

(Get in there) anywhere any time bitch whoever

But hold up

Baby

Prolly in a fast car riding with the cap off

Pull off with a bad broad

Think a nigga got here cappin'

I am not these rappers

You gon' have to cap ya ass off

And back on that big homie (Park it)

Hop out that bitch with that shit on me

Pull my dick out, sit me down, then she sit on it

Give them niggas a green light they gon' get on it

Red light, green light (Let's go)

Nigga touch one of yours he gon' see right

I'ma spend every dollar til he die

I make him slide 365, you don't think right

That's 11 months straight nigga sleep tight

I tried to be patient with niggas that ain't right

Give 'em game they couldn't take niggas ain't it

Rate me one out of ten they gon' say ten

Who that bad bitch on camera, let bae in

Who that is back to back hope that's baby

Can't do no shows he for stadiums

I like my Lamborghinis 'cause they drive fast

But the Maybach that's prolly my favorite whip

I'm in the back seat with my feet up reclined

Getting my dick rolled like the Mercedes Benz

And I pop big shit so I don't check when they talking

If you dish shit out, you gotta take it in

I be like hold up

Baby

Prolly in a fast car riding with the cap off

Pull off with a bad broad

Think a nigga got here cappin'

I am not these rappers

You gon' have to cap ya ass off

And back on that big homie up (Park it)

Hop out that bitch with that shit on me

Pull my dick out, sit me down, then she sit on it

Give them niggas a green light they gon' get on it

Red light, green light

Bitch, okay, uh

Oh oh oh oh okay

I'm back on that big homie up

Hop out the coupe with that shit on me

Give them niggas a green light, they gon' get on it

Pull my dick out, sit me down, then she sit on it

Red light, green light

REINTRODUCTION (Freestyle) lyrics - DaBaby

You know what I'm sayin', nigga? Best motherfuckin' rapper, nigga, I'm telling you, nigga

Believe that, let's go

Yeah, niggas gon' have to show me anyway

Huh

You know, they got to

I'm back smilin', I'm back lookin' good

Ooh, I smell- I been smellin' good, you know what I'm sayin'?

My skin clear, dram, I'ma come like this

I really wanna do, like, twelve of 'em just to show niggas

You know, niggas can't fuck with me, I'ma come like this

Allow me to reintroduce myself, nigga, it's Kirk

And I'm finna stop letting niggas call me that baby shit

My brother killed except in 2020, mama gave me birth in 1986

She greatly miss

2019, hit the rap game and finally made a hit

She told me come and put a baby in her and she gave me kiss, I saved the bitch

Baby one of them amazing type of niggas, regular-ass niggas can't be this

Regular-ass niggas can't be me

She gave me Renni, gotta thank Mimi

She gave me Nova, gotta thank Lil' Queeze

She gave [?], gotta thank Danielle

I'm nothing like these niggas, can't you tell?

I know exactly what you think, "He hell"

Yeah

And with all due respect, I'm checkin' for the competition

Ain't neglectin' me [?] the opposition

Even checked them niggas about how they did me

Yeah

Everybody 'cept for Boosie, 50 Cent and Dave Chapelle

Ain't none of them niggas I helped get 'em Billboard helped me out and raised they hand

But fuck it, nigga, I ain't trippin'

Lookin' back, I wouldn't have raised my hand neither

Now that I know that these niggas ain't cut like me

With a shit my mouth made it easy, I'm

A product of North Carolina, nigga

Out of Charolette by the way of Cleveland

Born in '91 up in Ohio

I just thought I'd give your ass a bio, nigga

Yeah, I'ma let you niggas cool off, soak that shit in

You know, that I just gave you real quick, you know what I mean?

And then, like I say, you know, Drama, you know I'm fuckin' with this, you know I get to demonstrate, you know what I mean?

Yeah

I done already made the hits, you know what I'm sayin'? So nigga ain't really gotta chase the hits

You know, I made the hits, you know what I mean?

Yeah

You know, we get to that when we get to that

You know what I mean? I'm tryna pop it, nigga

I wanna see who can fuck with me

Yeah, yeah, look

This shit ain't nothin', I kick this shit comfortably

I'm tryna see who can fuck with me

Yellow, black girls pull up, that bitch go-, you could call that bitch a bumblebee

And the type want my people be a boss, I don't like niggas up under me

Other niggas, they be lame hatin' on they brothers, but I learned the game and I run it

It's fourth along in the rain and the wind blowin', but I'll make the play on punnet

My baba mamas look good with a wig on and they look the same in they bonnet

Yeah, I gotta pop it on 'em, put my daughters, your daddy be gettin' it in

After this, I'm done bringin' other mamas on my kids, they don't want me mentionin' them

And now name a rap nigga sicker than him

Then name a rap nigga realer

I live in my truth so I don't got no fiction to give

These other rap niggas pitiful

Get in the booth and talk 'bout the shit that they did, and honestly, they never did it

They loudened the kids when I'm the one who actually did some body shit

I don't get it, nigga

Yeah, hope you ain't think it was over, bitch, this a Hova beat

Been carryin' the load and they want problems on my soul

So go on my shoulders weak

Was supposed to speak

I walk in the room and mind my business, bet they gon' notice me

I'm chosen, he one of them niggas' God, take his hand and put over, we openly

Welcomin' any nigga thinkin' he could fuck with me

I'm humbly kickin' these bitches out the spot 'cause I don't want company

Go pray for me

I fucked up on happy life, that's probably what they want from me

They consistently addin' this bullshit media to my history

Y'all sick of me?

Media ain't got choppers [?] yet

You can't see your favorite rapper can't fuck with me

You can't tell you went and turned to a hater yet

I put the house on baby and I made a bet

You put the house on Kirk, we gon' double up

And I can run circles 'round any nigga without autotune or a double cup 'cause I'm like that, nigga

The best motherfuckin' rapper, nigga, any beat

Any era, nigga, any motherfuckin' timeframe, nigga, I'm like that, nigga

You niggas ain't me, I ain't you niggas

Let's go

SHAKE SUMN (Remix) lyrics - DaBaby (feat. Sexyy Red)

I don't dance, but I know how to fuck

Throw that ass back, turn a real nigga up

Throw that ass back, turn a real nigga up

(He's on—, he's on—, he's on fire)

Throw that ass back, turn a real nigga up

Throw that ass back, turn a real nigga up (Sexyy)

I don't dance, but I know how to fuck

Throw that ass back, turn a real nigga up

Throw that ass back, turn a real nigga up

Throw that ass back, turn a real nigga up

Baby, I'm good at fuckin' (Ayy)

Bring that as share, let me touch it (Let me talk to 'em)

She don't even notice, I nut in it (Mhm)

Slow that ass down, got me runnin' (Bitch)

I'm tryna pull on her sexy red hair (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Snatch of that motherfuckin' bonnet

She got that good ghetto pussy that put you to sleep while she run through your motherfuckin' pockets, nigga

Yeah, he keep playin' with me, he don't know

I ain't no scary ass bitch, I'm a ho (You know it)

Bitch, I ain't never gave a fuck 'cause I'm grown (Baow, baow)

If he act right, he can eat it off the bone (Oh, wow)

Give me that dick, I've been bad (Uh)

Fuck me real good like you mad (Yeah)

Damn, that dick be so good (Ooh), he might be my next baby dad

Hell nah, I don't dance, I fuck

Real ghetto bitch, weak niggas can't touch

Wig so long that it's in my butt

When I walk in, leave a nigga star-struck (Mwah)

(Northside)

Come fuck somethin' (It's the motherfuckin' hood's hottest princess, nigga)

Come fuck somethin' (DaBaby, you ain't ready for all this shit right here, this some Northside coochie)

Come fuck somethin' (This some ghetto bitch coochie right here, nigga)

(I don't think you ready, St. Louis in this motherfucker) Come fuck somethin'

Come shake somethin'

Come fuck somethin'

Come shake some (That's my baby)

Come fuck somethin' (Put her in timeout, she a baddie)

Come shake some (Put her in timeout, she a baddie)

Come shake some (Put her in timeout, she a baddie)

Come shake some (That's my baby)

I don't know how to dance but can lean

And make the ghetto bitches put they hands on they knees (Ah)

I make the ghetto bitches put they hands on they knees (Ah)

I make the ghetto bitches put they hands on they knees (Yeah)

I don't know how to dance but can lean

And make the ghetto bitches put they hands on they knees (Ah)

I make the ghetto bitches put they hands on they knees (Yeah)

Make the ghetto bitches put they hands on they knees

Come shake some

SHOWING OFF HER BODY lyrics - DaBaby & DaVido

Showing off her body

Fucking with the man

Fucking with the man issa-

Showing off her body

Fucking with the man

It's a lot of things you gotta understand to stand beside me (Down down)

I'm not just anybody

She a good girl and she get it from her mami (Mami)

When she fuck me like a thotty

Make her hips twirl, that's the way she hypnotize me

I love the way she ride me

Excuse me, what's your name girl? What that be like

You gotta ring on, he ain't play with you, I see why

Me? Shit, I'm still single, hoes don't be right

Listen, the ones I gave my heart to ain't do me right

So since you taken put a playa on yo' friends or somethin'

So I can show her i'm the man or somethin'

Show her the type of shit I stand on, her boyfriend don't really stand for nothin'

I never switch up on the fam for money

I let my guard down, asked them niggas for the game and niggas ran it on me

Playing games, they must got Madden on me

Seize the day and worry less about the future got that tatted on me

They tried to play me but I had it on me

Now I'm with her and she just (Showing off her body)

Fucking with the man

It's alotta things you gotta understand to stand beside me (Down, down)

I'm not just anybody

She a good girl and she get it from her mami (Mami)

When she fuck me like a thotty

Make her hips twirl, that's the way she hypnotize me

I love the way she ride me

Girl, gwan-gwan, ride me all night long

Whoa-whoa-whoa, that thong

Made me write this song (Whoa-whoa-whoa)

I know you not gon' walk by me

Without some conversation, I'm waiting

I been patient to make a statement

Tryna give you validation, something sacred

When you're naked, it's ya' body

If you make a play, have to come and get ya' (Hey, have to come and get ya')

Money wasted but it's on you

So it really ain't money wasted

If you get too picky for me, baby, be a billionaire

Oh, I got it on me, baby, shots up in the air

Why the fuck is yo' ex calling? Tryna disappear?

I been chilling, my ex calling, tryna reappear

Showing off her body

Fucking with the man

It's a lot of things you gotta understand to stand beside me (Down down)

I'm not just anybody

She a good girl and she get it from her mami (Mami)

When she fuck me like a thotty

Make her hips twirl, that's the way she hypnotize me

I love the way she ride me

Shut Up lyrics - DaBaby

Keep the pop in

Yeah, bitch

Let me pop 'em

Uh-huh, hold on, let me, let me pop 'em

Let me pop it

Wait a minute, who are you?

(Ayy, yo, Kid)

Look

Let niggas shut up (Shut up, bitch)

I got a problem, bitches keep callin' (Brrt)

I need a new number (Shut up, bitch)

They know I'm the shit (Prrt, ew)

I need a plunger (Mm, yeah)

Look at my bitch (God damn)

I think I love her (Okay, let's go, yeah, let me go)

How they let Baby get rich? (Let's go)

He be broad day with them sticks (Let's go)

I do not play with no bitch (Don't play)

And I been that way since like six (Yeah)

And I was smokin' weed at age five (Five)

My cousin doin' life, he crip (He crip)

I be jumpin' off the stage at my shows

Kevin Gates hoes grabbin' on my dick (Yeah, yeah)

You lookin' for a lawsuit, pullin' out your camera

Didn't think I saw you (Yeah, bitch)

Had to stop takin' pictures 'cause y'all be in your feelings and I don't like to argue (Yeah, bitch)

Wanna see me on The Shade Room lookin' for a come up, wanna see me pay you, huh? (Bitch)

And I'm the neighborhood hero but I don't got my cape on 'cause I'm not trying to save you, no (Bitch)

Let niggas shut up (Shut up, bitch)

I got a problem, bitches keep callin' (Brrt)

I need a new number (Shut up, bitch)

They know I'm the shit (Prrt, ew)

I need a plunger (Mm, yeah)

Look at my bitch (God damn)

I think I love her (Okay, let's go, yeah, let me go)

Let niggas shut up (Shut up, bitch)

I got a problem, bitches keep callin' (Brrt)

I need a new number (Shut up, bitch)

They know I'm the shit (Prrt, ew)

I need a plunger (Mm, yeah)

Look at my bitch (God damn)

I think I love her (Okay, let's go, yeah, let me go)

Number one album first week (First week)

Boujee on a bitch, don't speak (Yeah)

How the fuck his songs sound the same? (How?)

But he laughing to the bank every week (Ha)

Look at Baby shootin' past niggas (Shoot)

Turn up on a stupid-ass nigga (Fool)

She was real skinny when I met her (What'd you do?)

Fucked her 'til her booty got bigger (Mm, oh)

I'ma let you niggas stay lost, let you listen to the blogs, let you think I ain't the goat (Huh, uh)

Walk in with a big .45 and it's already cocked when I pull it out, don't run (Boom, boom, boom)

Your nigga know I'm still 'bout whatever (Bow)

Took his bitch and my bitch out together

Hold on, hold on man, stop that motherfuckin' music

Man, I'm the best muthafuckin' rapper

No you not, all your shit sound the same

Let niggas shut up (Shut up, bitch)

I got a problem, bitches keep callin' (Brrt)

I need a new number (Shut up, bitch)

They know I'm the shit (Prrt, ew)

I need a plunger (Mm, yeah)

Look at my bitch (God damn)

I think I love her (Okay, let's go, yeah, let me go)

Let niggas shut up (Shut up, bitch)

I got a problem, bitches keep callin' (Brrt)

I need a new number (Shut up, bitch)

They know I'm the shit (Prrt, ew)

I need a plunger (Mm, yeah)

Look at my bitch (God damn)

I think I love her (Okay, let's go, yeah, let me go)

I heard he beat his fans

I heard he don't like to take pictures

I heard he married

No, he not

I just wanted a picture

He beat 'em to a coma

I heard he fucked with ole girl

He's Illuminati

He moved to Charlotte when he was seven

All y'all shut the fuck up, suck my dick, nigga

I work too hard to be explaining myself

I'm gone

Shut the fuck up, nigga, hah

SITTIN' ON TOP OF THE WORLD (Freestyle) lyrics - DaBaby

Would you look at this, it's a half pint film Bitch

Yeah, it's Baby nigga

(Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

(I'm just tryna be me)

Yeah I've been blessed, but life been fucked up

Can't get in my car without lighting a blunt up (I'm just tryna be me)

And I damn sure cannot put my gun up, I'm sending that fire on a nigga who run up, leave him-

(Sittin' on top of the world, top of the world, top of the world, top of the world)

Bitch ass nigga

Y'know what I'm sayin', go to my brother, my daddy, I said what's happenin' nigga?

(Top of the world, top of the world, top of the world)

My grandad, my uncle there, put a nigga up there

I've been, to several different continents and different countries

And one thing I ain't gon' never do is let no nigga touch me

I've been walkin' 'round by my business with respect

I'mma come and do my job, take a shower, go hop on a jet

I get right the fuck outta' dodge, I ain't flying this bitch with no sex

I see a thousand bitches looking

But I ain't get no muh'fuckin 15-hour flight to get no pussy

I just performed for an hour, what the fuck I look like hunching?

Prolly' let her give me a lil' head before I get up outta' country

If I need a nut, I see this bitch pussy getting wet, when it see me heating up

I got a heater on me and I'm ready, you know I keep it tucked

I'mma shoot these blue tips at a nigga and let em' eat you up, you pussy

(I'm just tryna be me)

I tote the FN 'cause it's lightweight, I had a weapon back on Myspace

(I'm just tryna be me)

.300 Blackout, I don't like Dracs, I point that bitch and leave him-

(Sittin' on top of the world, top of the world, top of the world, top of the world)

(Top of the world, top of the world, top of the world)

I give it nine and let the money do it

It's a small world, you got a problem out here, you're gonna run into it

Be about your business with your issues, I ain't got nun' to prove

I'mma do it to you, I'mma shoot or lose

Got a superstar in the white beaters, some AMIRI jeans and some Louis shoes

I'm still that nigga

Even though niggas hated on me, I'm as cool as cool

On any nigga, I've been one deep from the jump, I was a fool at school

To sell you sumn'

Every time you see John-John, that nigga sellin' sumn'

I'mma tell 'em for myself, you ain't gotta' go and tell 'em for me

(I'm just tryna be me)

Yeah I've been blessed, but life been fucked up

Can't get in my car without lighting a blunt up (I'm just tryna be me)

And I damn sure cannot put my gun up, I'm sending that fire on a nigga who run up, leave him-

(Sittin' on top of the world, top of the world, top of the world, top of the world)

Yeah, pussy

I'mma send your bitch ass up there nigga, sittin' on top of the world, nigga

Go holla' at my brother, go holla' at my muh'fuckin daddy, my grandaddy, my uncle, nigga

Go holla' at all my muh'fuckin cousins nigga, tell 'em I miss 'em and I love 'em, nigga

You know what I'm sayin'? I'm a good nigga, a gentleman

You know, but they paint the picture like I'm thuggin' nigga

And I'm still- (Sittin' on top of the world, top of the world, top of the world, top of the world)

Yeah, on top of the world, you bitch ass nigga

Ain't nun' you can do with me nigga, believe that

(Top of the world, top of the world, top of the world)

Baby

(I'm just tryna be me)

(I'm just tryna be me)

(Sittin' on top of the world, top of the world, top of the world, top of the world)

Sneaky Link Anthem lyrics - DaBaby

My sneaky link (K.I.D)

You're so sneaky, sneaky

They don't know, they don't know, sneaky

They don't know, they don't know, sneaky

They don't know, they don't know, sneaky

They don't know, they don't know

Nigga better not tell me shit but my sneaky link

All the freaky things I be doin' to her

All the freaky things she been doin' to me (That's my princess)

Sittin' here daydreaming 'bout the way we be actin' up

Bend that ass over, make it back it up (Yeah)

I'ma give it to her 'til she come for me (Hey)

I ain't been fuckin' with' them hoes, I'm on the Westside chillin'

You ain't gon' never get no money in your feelings

Baby most hated, I'm the rap game villain (Ayy)

Three babies, tryna run up thirty million (Yeah)

Had the suicide doors when I get out (Ooh)

Missed it thinkin' they know me, better get out (Yeah)

Super famous, media be on my dick now

They hate on me and it's okay

Whenever I need to blow out some steam, I call up my lil' freak but she know I'm not bae

Whenever she need to let out some stress, she shoot me up a lil' text, I hit back right away

You number saved us an emoji (Emoji)

Super solid, won't expose you

Baby was fuckin' everybody favorites, they know it

I held it down and never told you

(They so sneaky)

They don't know, they don't know, sneaky

They don't know, they don't know, sneaky

They don't know, they don't know, sneaky

They don't know, they don't know

I love me a freaky lil' bitch, yeah

Sneaky lil' bitch (My sneaky freak)

Creepin' like sis, treat her like sis, eatin' my dick (Eatin' my, eatin' my)

She like to borrow my clothes (Borrow my clothes)

She be keepin' my fits (Keepin' my, keepin' my)

She got a dawg back home (Yeah)

But he is not it

What is the chance of bein' my bitch? (No, no)

You can't be my lil' bitch (Yeah, ow)

This bitch real with a shawty

Baby cut you off, you gotta deal with a shawty

Now tell me how you feel

Nah, for real, nigga, tell me how you really feel

Niggas know when they ain't shit, said was 'bout me

The type of nigga 'fore I spend a mill, I gotta split a meal

The type of nigga 'fore I cut you off or help you out

And it might hope it never work or probably help again

My heart beat so I leave the door wide open

They ever stab me in my back in case I let 'em in

I'm havin' stripes along on my jacket like I'm Letterman

Know how it feel to take an L before the letter M

Know how it feel to take an L before the letter M, nigga

(They so sneaky) They don't know, they don't know, sneaky (I had to take a fuckin' L before the letter M)

They don't know, they don't know, sneaky (H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, for you stupid-ass niggas that don't comprehend, I don't come in here, yeah)

They don't know, they don't know, sneaky

They don't know, they don't know

Special lyrics - DaBaby

Oh, yeah, yeah

This mixtape is very special

Oh, yeah, yeah

It's so special, we gon' call it legendary

Oh, yeah

DJ Infamous, Baby Jesus

Ayy

Let's go

All of my life, I've been special (Yeah)

All of my life, I've been special (Hey)

I just count blessings on blessings on blessings (Yeah)

Now I'm on a whole 'nother level (Hey)

All of my life, I've been special (Hey)

All of my life, I've been special (Hey)

Wherever you see me, I'm flexin' (Flex)

'Cause I know these niggas ain't on my level (Hey)

I just be bouncin' and swaggin' (Swag)

I just be saucin' and dabbin' (Dab)

I get this shit from my daddy (My dad)

Smokin' some shit straight from Cali (That gas)

I put that shit on my mammy (Oh, yeah)

These niggas ain't in my bracket (Oh, yeah)

Some people don't understand me (Nope)

I'm from a whole 'nother planet (Hey)

All of my life, I've been special (Yeah)

All of my life, I've been special (Hey)

I just count blessings on blessings on blessings (Yeah)

Now I'm on a whole 'nother level (Hey)

All of my life, I've been special (Hey)

All of my life, I've been special (Hey)

Wherever you see me, I'm flexin' (Flex)

'Cause I know these niggas ain't on my level (Hey)

Pu-Pull up and hop out, I'm flexin' (Skrrt)

Diamonds all over my necklace (Jeez)

I got these fuck niggas jealous (Ha)

If I fuck yo' bitch, she won't tell it

When I'm comin', send 'em the message (Hey)

I used to be light, now I'm heavy (Facts)

They pay me to be in my presence (Cash)

'Cause when I'm in the room, it's a blessin' (Amen)

All of my life, I've been special (Yeah)

All of my life, I've been special (Hey)

I just count blessings on blessings on blessings (Yeah)

Now I'm on a whole 'nother level (Hey)

All of my life, I've been special (Hey)

All of my life, I've been special (Hey)

Wherever you see me, I'm flexin' (Flex)

'Cause I know these niggas ain't on my level (Hey)

DJ Infamous, ya' dig?

Suge (Remix) lyrics - DaBaby (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Nicki Minaj & DaBaby:]

I had to do it (Pooh, you a fool for this one)

Ha (Hm, hm)

Oh Lord, Jetson made another one (Rrrh, oo)

[DaBaby:]

Hah

Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh)

She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)

I just signed a deal, I'm on

Yeah, yeah

I go where I want, I'm good (Good)

Play if you want, let's do it (Ha)

I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah

[Nicki Minaj:]

Drug lord, Griselda, I used to move weight through Delta

So stay in your place 'cause I don't wanna put you in a shelter

I'm cookin' up in the kitchen, you could be my little helper

Go to the table and ask 'em do they want the flat or the seltzer?

I go where I want I'm good, my niggas'll get them goods

So come off the chain and come off the watch, you gotta respect the jux

Queen sleazy era and they never see me ever

'Cause I send my shooters and they introduce us as soon as I pull the lever (Brr)

I say "Choke me," he do it every time that we do it

Nigga packin' like Hewlett, I told him, "Damn, nigga, you lit"

On that D goin' stupid, got my ass-shots from Cupid

You could just ask Ken, he be like: "Hadouken!" (Rrrh)

[DaBaby:]

Hah

Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh)

She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)

I just signed a deal, I'm on

Yeah, yeah

I go where I want, I'm good (Good)

Play if you want, let's do it (Ha)

I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah

The first nigga play, I'ma body a nigga (Ha)

I just checked my balance

I'll probably pull up to your hood

And come buy me a nigga (No cap)

You know that your ho told you that nigga crazy

Don't think that she lied to you, nigga (Bitch)

Get caught with your ho when I'm poppin' 'em both

Now they high just like Bobby and Whitney (Haa)

Say I'm the goat, act like I don't know

But fuck it, I'm obviously winnin'

Don't make me go hit the bank and take out a hundred

To show you our pockets are different (Ha)

I'm out with your bitch and I only want knowledge

She got a lil' mileage, I'm chillin' (Uh)

You disrespect me and I'll beat your ass up

All in front of your partners and children (Ahh, ahh)

I'm the type to let a nigga think that I'm broke

Until I pop out with a million (I pop)

Take 20K and put that on your head

And make one of your partners come kill you (Yeah)

Say he fuckin' with me then he gotta grow up

'Cause this nigga gotta be kiddin' (Kiddin')

This shit, it can't fit in my pocket

I got it, like I hit the lottery, nigga (Hot, hot, hot)

Opp, I'll slap the shit out a nigga

No talkin', I don't like to argue with niggas (I don't)

Ain't gon' be no more laughin'

You see me whip out guns, I'm gon' be done shot me a nigga (No cap)

I don't follow no bitches on IG

But all of your bitches, they follow a nigga (Ha)

And that lil' nigga ain't gon' shoot shit with that gun

He just pull it out in his pictures (Bitch, uh)

Hah

Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh)

She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)

I just signed a deal, I'm on

Yeah, yeah

I go where I want, I'm good (Good)

Play if you want, let's do it (Ha)

I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah

Hah

Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh)

She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)

I just signed a deal, I'm on

Yeah, yeah

I go where I want

I'm good (Good)

Play if you want, let's do it (Ha)

I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah

The Dungeon Freestyle lyrics - DaBaby

The same nigga that took my bitch, I can't believe he did it

The same mouth they hating with they kiss his bitch with

And that's the same set of lips they sucked my dick with

Niggas crying on the internet having bitch fits

And I just sold six pounds at the QuikTrip

Every time I get some show money, I thank God, nigga

'Cause all I ever did was sell weed and rob niggas

And I ain't doing shit for free, I gotta charge niggas

Hope when those haters hatin', they don't got they broad with 'em

Yeah, I see you hatin', ignore, go fuck their bitch in my Jordans

Give my baby mama the phone and be like, "Baby, record it"

And you rappin' ass niggas, I'ma give you a warning

When you see me, it ain't no talkin', I'm just uppin' the .40

All you talking ass niggas gon' talk, nigga

'Cause I don't talk to lil' niggas, I'm a boss nigga

This lifestyle that I'm living, yeah, it cost, nigga

We robbin' all the rappers if I take a loss, nigga

These niggas pillow talking 'bout me, never did shit

I got a diaper on, nigga, and I'm still lit

What they gon' do about me, I'm too much to deal with

Who you know that could put a pamper on and talk some real shit?

And if a girl want it, I could give her some real dick

You 'round talkin' crazy 'bout a nigga and it still hit

Pulled it out, put it on her face, I nutted real quick

And every time she come around she act like she ain't did shit

THEY JUST WANT YOUR LIFE lyrics - DaBaby

Baby Jesus want your life? (Just want you)

(Just want your life, they just want you)

It's finna nigga gettin' hated on, let me turn up (Just want your life)

He just like me

Never mind the jealous ways, 'cause they just want your life

(Just want you, just want your life, they just want you)

Yeah (They just want your life)

And if I go to jail today, nigga, my bond gettin' paid tonight

(Just want you, just want your life, they just want you)

Yeah (They just want your life)

I'm pullin' up, shootin' from out the corner, Stojaković

Shit, I'm payin' my bond tonight, I'm gettin' up out this bitch (Yeah, nigga, I'm gone)

I done damn near travelled the world, like every single continent (Like every single one of 'em)

I don't care if nigga seven feet tall, put your hands up, man, we gotta hit (Yeah, we gotta)

Now it's six fifty-four AM and I'm waitin' on the sun to rise (Ha)

Why the lil' nigga mean-muggin' me, must be waitin' for my gun to fire (Nigga)

Niggas know I'ma bounce out, better be prayin' that my gun'll jam (Bitch)

I save all of my free time spendin' with the family, 'cause I love the fam', nigga

Never mind the jealous ways, 'cause they just want your life

(Just want you, just want your life, they just want you)

Yeah (They just want your life)

And if I go to jail today, nigga, my bond gettin' paid tonight

(Just want you, just want your life, they just want you)

Yeah (They just want your life)

THINK BOUT ME lyrics - DaBaby

Uzoma, come here

I can't control what you think 'bout me, yeah

Turn up

I can't control what you think 'bout me (Yeah)

Put away your phone, let me see I.D.

Stand on all ten, you can keep my seat

When you do it big, gotta think 'fore you speak

I done made it the furthest way, up to the top from the bottom

Hit the wall and I go harder

I just got an expensive haircut yesterday from my barber

And went start dancin' with my daughter

You already a millionaire (That's my baby)

You can do what you want, I don't give a damn

Just do good in school and do chores

Came up, ooh, thank you, Lord

Baby already won, I don't do the awards

How they stab the back the one who gave 'em the sword, nigga? (That's my baby)

And I ain't trippin', nigga

I can't control what you think 'bout me (Yeah)

Put away your phone, let me see I.D.

Stand on all ten, you can keep my seat

When you do it big, gotta think 'fore you speak

I done made it the furthest way, up to the top from the bottom

Hit the wall and I go harder

I just got an expensive haircut yesterday from my barber

And went start dancin' with my daughter

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

DaBaby other songs:

 

Throw Back lyrics - DaBaby

Yo, yo, Baby Jesus, come on, man

What, bruh?

Yo, I got all your mixtapes, I listen to all your songs, I follow you on Instagram, and you gon' fuck my bitch? (Infamous)

Fuck it, bruh, I'ma tell you the truth, I'ma tell you the truth (Firzt on the track)

I hit her back in the day, she a throwback (For real)

I been there before and I ain't tryna go back (I can't)

Your girl is my ho and I bet you ain't know that (Your girl is a ho)

But you know how it go, ain't no way to control that (Know how it go)

Man, these bitches for everybody, anybody can get it (For real)

These bitches for everybody, anybody can get it (I know how you feel)

Man, these bitches for everybody, anybody can get it (Just keepin' it real)

These bitches for everybody, anybody can get it (I know how you feel)

Now, listen, I know why you feel how you feel (Why you feel how you feel)

Be cool, yeah, this shit gon' get real (This shit gon' get real)

Yeah, I hit your bitch in the passenger side of my lil' brother whip

Because she kept on callin' and textin' my phone

So I did what I did, shit, it is what it is

I'm just a nigga, I couldn't resist, what you gon' do?

Fuck around and get killed, for real

[?]

Superman, nigga, he savin' the bitch (Ha)

Gave me head, then she gave him a kiss (Muah)

And I'm 'bout to pass it to my nigga, though

I got 99 problems and all of 'em bitches, I feel just like Jigga, man (Woo)

Better give her more attention, if I catch you slippin', I might do this shit again, for real

I hit her back in the day, she a throwback (For real)

I been there before and I ain't tryna go back (I can't)

Your girl is my ho and I bet you ain't know that (Your girl is a ho)

But you know how it go, ain't no way to control that (Know how it go)

Man, these bitches for everybody, anybody can get it (Just keepin' it real; you got to know that by now)

These bitches for everybody, anybody can get it (You know what I'm sayin', that's just the way this shit go)

Man, these bitches for everybody, anybody can get it (Just let it go, let it go, bruh, L.I.G., L.I.G.)

These bitches for everybody, anybody can get it (Just keepin' it real; I know how you feel)

These goofy ass niggas be puppy lovin' (Roof)

Takin' the phone 'cause she up to somethin' (Ha)

He think he solvin' the mystery (What?)

He on her Instagram, all in the history

I done made her go say "Fuck a nigga" (Fuck him up)

Now she cheatin' on him with a couple niggas (Fuck him up)

I can't wait to see him out in public with her

I'ma walk up on her like I miss her (Hey)

Me and yo' bitch on the floor with her legs by her head and we ain't playin' Twister (Hey)

Watch how I do my lil' dance, leg in the air, that's how I hit (Woo)

Who is that at the front door? I'm out the back, straight out the wind (Yoo)

Can't be fuckin' with these bitches, I'll fuck around and be in prison, ayy

I'm gone

I hit her back in the day, she a throwback (For real)

I been there before and I ain't tryna go back (I can't)

Your girl is my ho and I bet you ain't know that (Your girl is a ho)

But you know how it go, ain't no way to control that (Know how it go)

Man, these bitches for everybody, anybody can get it (For real)

These bitches for everybody, anybody can get it (I know how you feel)

Man, these bitches for everybody, anybody can get it (Just keepin' it real)

These bitches for everybody, anybody can get it (I know how you feel)

DJ Infamous, ya' dig?

Today (Remix) lyrics - DaBaby (feat. Lil Baby)

[Intro:]

Baby

Ah, bitch (Ha, ha, ha, Baby Talk 5)

Fuck a nigga mean, nigga (Baby Talk 5)

Fuck you talkin' 'bout (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[DaBaby:]

I'm on they ass today

I just went and picked me up a bag today

I pulled up on the scene with a bad lil' bae

She got a fat ass, when I smash, it shakes

Smackin' her ass, playin' patty cake

Shut the fuck up, do what daddy say

I think I got lil' baby mad at me

Fucked up her ass, she look bad today

Told her, "Hop in the whip, we can go get a fix"

I'ma drop that bitch off at my set, she the shit

As soon as she done with that nappy ass hair

You can pick up your boy to come pick up his bitch (Damn)

Look at my wrist, that's a brick

I just fucked up my Rolex, but fuck it, it's lit (Damn)

I don't give a fuck 'bout no fame and no chain

Ain't no jewelry put me on the lick (Damn)

I just went sat with the label (Huh?)

Niggas offered me a contract (What happened?)

Told them niggas I ain't want it (Why?)

The shit was whack, I didn't sign that (Uh)

I'm the best but never mind that (Okay)

My shit so hard that they rewind that (Ah)

Got that work if you can't find that (Huh?)

You can't afford it, we can finance

I got one foot in the trap, got one foot up they ass, ditch your coat on the rack

Got my dick in your bitch, she be bendin' it over and bustin' it open and throwin' it back

I'm tryna go fuck a bunny

Fuck all these hoes 'cause they don't really love me

I'm tryna get me some motherfuckin' money

If they free Meek Mill, why they ain't free my cousin?

I bet we shoot up your motherfuckin' party

If somebody touch me or one of my brothers

I bet that none of these niggas that talk on the internet try me, they see me in public

I bet they play all my motherfuckin' teachin'

Bitch, I don't rap, I be motherfuckin' preachin'

I bet you paid for that motherfuckin' show

And I bet you paid for that motherfuckin' feature (Bitch)

I'm on they ass today

I just went and picked me up a bag today

I pulled up on the scene with a bad lil' bae

She got a fat ass, when I smash, it shakes

Smackin' her ass, playin' patty cake

Shut the fuck up, do what daddy say

I think I got lil' baby mad at me

Fuck it, let's go to the bank

[Lil Baby:]

Baby, racks, keep them on me like I live in the bike

Pints, Act (Act), [?] the syrup like I live off the drink

My fashion is high, I live in the sky

I'm keeping my fire, I hope they don't try

You heard I'm on fire, but that ain't no lie

My youngin's, I love 'em, I know they gon' ride

Racks, hunnid, get 'em knocked off and won't think about it (Fa-fa)

Lie to your honor

Look him straight in the face and won't blink about it

I just finessed for a bag today

We wipe they nose, yeah, the nasty way

NASCAR my car, yeah, the fastest way

Fuck on your bitch, I don't masturbate

I just kept it one hunnid, they had to hate

I heat it up, and I blast away

Ain't do no whippin', it's glass today

She let me hit it, I had to pay

She let me get it, you had to wait

I'm still ahead of my class today

I do the dash with no license plate

Nigga try me, he gon' die today

[DaBaby:]

I'm on they ass today

I just went and picked me up a bag today

I pulled up on the scene with a bad lil' bae

She got a fat ass, when I smash, it shakes

Smackin' her ass, playin' patty cake

Shut the fuck up, do what daddy say

I think I got lil' baby mad at me

Fuck it, let's go to the bank

I'm 'bout to motherfuckin' blank

My name hold weight, I got motherfuckin' rank

I'm in the rental with my brother Thank

We tryna eat, where our motherfuckin' plate? (Ha)

It's been there with me, y'all just motherfuckin' late

I need that shit now, I can't motherfuckin' wait

I bet you act like you motherfuckin' know

I put this four-five in your motherfuckin' face, bitch

I'm on they ass today

I just went and picked me up a bag today

I pulled up on the scene with a bad lil' bae

She got a fat ass, when I smash, it shakes

Smackin' her ass, playin' patty cake

Shut the fuck up, do what daddy say

I think I got lil' baby mad at me

Fuck it, let's go to the bank

TOUGH SKIN lyrics - DaBaby

Yeah (Growin' up in that struggle)

Tough skin (Yeah)

This the real thing right here, nigga, I can't make this shit up

Man, I can't wipe this shit off, nigga, it scare me, I don't

(A, get that baby off the street)

Tough skin

Growin' up in that struggle made me have tough skin

My mama and my big brother made me have tough skin

My uncles and my big cousin made me have tough skin

Yeah, this that tough skin, I'm talkin' tough skin

Nigga, I watched my mama have some tough skin

(Nigga, I watched my mama have that)

It's why I take my problems and leave 'em tucked in

(It's why I take my problems)

'Cause the world don't care nothin' 'bout 'em

I don't give a fuck then, yeah, this that tough skin (Yeah, boom)

I'm talkin' tough skin

Growin' up in that struggle made me have tough skin

My mama and my big brother made me have tough skin

(I'm talkin' my mama and my big brother, man)

My uncles and my big cousin made me have tough skin

Yeah, this that tough skin, I'm talkin'-

It wasn't no plate on the table, we ain't have nothin' to eat, uh

Mama at her part-time job, when she get home, we gon' be sleep, yeah

Shit, I had to figure it out, that's probably what made me unique, made me u-, uh

If them niggas struggled like me, they'd probably let me be

But I got tough skin, I thought niggas already knew that (Let's go)

I always been a nappy-head nigga from the bottom

That's why I don't be rockin' no durag (Yeah)

I know how to go and turn nothin' to somethin'

'Cause my mama taught me to do that (My mama, uh)

And you know this lil' nigga ain't goin' for nothin'

'Cause my uncles taught me to shoot back

And my cousin, he told me to shoot first (Go)

And my daddy told me to be me

And take care of your kids, what you do first (Yeah)

I thought you fuck niggas knew Kirk (Yeah)

I thought you fuck niggas knew John

I got some tough skin, nigga, I ain't goin' like that

Pay the price, fuck a coupon

They gon' have to walk up and shoot John

Yeah, this that tough skin

Growin' up in that struggle made me have tough skin

(Growin' up in that struggle made me have)

My mama and my big brother made me have tough skin

(My mama and my big brother made me)

My uncles and my big cousin made me have tough skin

Yeah, this that tough skin, I'm talkin' tough skin

Nigga, I watched my mama have some tough skin

(Nigga, I watched my mama have that)

It's why I take my problems and leave 'em tucked in

'Cause the world don't care nothin' 'bout 'em

I don't give a fuck then, yeah, this that tough skin

Yeah, this that- (Tough skin)

(Yeah, growin' up in that bottom)

(Yeah, nigga I watched my mama)

(My uncles and my big cousins)

(I learned this shit from my big brother)

Tough skin

Growin' up in that struggle made me have tough skin

My mama and my big brother made me have tough skin

My uncles and my big cousin made me have tough skin

This that tough skin, this that tough skin

Nigga, tough skin

You know, tough skin

It's that shit that's in you, not on you, know what I'm sayin'?

Bitch, tough skin, nigga

And I'm on you bitch-ass niggas' ass man

You know? 'Til the fat lady sing

Nigga, and I don't listen to opera

I listen to Foxy ass (Bitch ass nigga)

(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby) Let's go

TRICKIN' lyrics - DaBaby

Yeah

Fuckin' her, pullin' her hair

We was just fuckin' in the bed last time, she wanna get hit in the chair, yeah

She just went and got a wax, so you know we gon' act, I can't wait till she get here

I make the shit drop down her leg like some Nair, yeah

Drip down her leg like some Nair, ooh

He was just head over heels bout her till he figured out it wasn't fair

He was over there drippin' her down in Chanel

Drippin' her down in Chanel?

Me and her was just in the cut the other day, we was thuggin' it, no one was there

I was in that bitch, dickin' her down on the stairs

Dickin' her down on the stairs, yeah

She done told him she was celibate, nigga was payin' her to be her man

He didn't even know that the bitch was a player

Trickin', ah, trickin'

All these niggas trickin'

Trickin', trickin' real good

Trickin'

All these niggas trickin'

Trickin', trickin' real good

Psh, shit, I ain't even gotta trick, I'ma let her friend do it, yeah

She say she like suckin' my dick 'cause it make me feel good, yeah

I could fuck yo' bitch back then and nigga I still could, don't play with me

The dashboard in my bulletproof made of real wood

Pullin' up by myself, I whip it

I hop out rockin' a all blue peacoat, niggas might think I'm crippin'

My bank roll full of them big blue C notes, nigga, don't play about business

Lookin' for his bitch like Finding Nemo, nigga, don't think I'm swimmin'

She with the sharks while this lil' nigga

Trickin'

Trickin'

Trickin'

Trickin' real good

Trickin'

All these niggas trickin'

Trickin'

You trickin' real good

Bitch ass nigga, he trickin' real good, yeah

He gon' give you all his money if you make him feel good, yeah

Betta walk up on him now, make him feel special

Tell him fuck that baby Benz, you need that Tesla, 'cause these niggas

Trickin'

All these niggas trickin'

Trickin', they trickin' real good

Trickin'

Trickin'

Him, he trickin', he trickin' real good

Nigga

Bitch

Trickin'

They trickin' real good

WAITRESS lyrics - DaBaby

Yeah

Uh

That ain't the baby that's my baby

Ima let the beat build on this one

Get that baby off the street

Man fuck all these niggas hating on me

Yesterday I fucked a waitress

I came outside with my plate she was waiting on me

Bitch

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah Man fuck all these niggas hating on me

Yesterday I fucked a waitress

I came outside with my plate she was waiting on me

And y'all ain't talkin bout shit

She be tellin me to smile when she ride my dick

Young niggas going wild keep beggin for a hit

He be saying don't argue big bruh put some paper on it

Niggas worrying about who greater

These niggas barely be makin a play in

I'm in the playoffs

I brought ya bae in

Hoe ass niggas goin out like the Lakers

Haters

Hatin nigga keep lookin

Rookie

I'm pullin up like Booker

Pussy

Put that shit on my back like a throwback

Play with me cause I rap get a toe tag

Nigga I'm havin mo racks

This shit on the floor like a doormat

Yeah we gon fuck on the floor she gon throwback

Yeah bout to pull out her wig need some mo tracks

What I pay for the crib nigga don't ask

Just know that I own it nigga

Glock with a switch

Out with ya bitch

Fuck around it be me

Be ready I'm tellin you I'm on it nigga

(Baby better be ready I'm tellin you)

Man fuck all these niggas hating on me (Yeah)

Yesterday I fucked a waitress

I came outside with my plate she was waiting on me (Let's Go)

And y'all ain't talkin bout shit

She be tellin me to smile when she ride my dick (Yeah)

Young niggas going wild keep beggin for a hit

He be saying don't argue big bro put some paper on it

Y'all niggas better be ready for me

You ain't gotta be scared just be ready

DMX done played in Belly

I got that heat out I go home Armageddon

I ain't to rich to eat leftovers

Just told my bm to heat up a plate of spaghetti

I tried to backup the Maybach

But it was to close to the Lambo the shit didn't let me

I got the fire in my right pocket

I got the rod in my left pocket

I'm not no boy I'm gon step harder

Beat yo lil ass like yo step father

I'm on the road bitch I'm way better

I fuck the same hoes as Floyd Mayweather

I hop on the road and go make chedda

She ate on my pole cause I taste better

Like mm-hmm

Like mm-hmm

Like mm-hmm

Man fuck all these niggas hating on me (Yeah)

Yesterday I fucked a waitress

I came outside with my plate she was waiting on me (Let's Go)

And y'all ain't talkin about shit

She be tellin me to smile when she ride my dick (Yeah)

Young niggas going wild keep beggin for a hit

He be saying don't argue big bro put some paper on it

Bitch

Huh

Fuck all these niggas hatin on me

Go