DaBaby other songs:

 

Giving What It's Supposed To Give lyrics - DaBaby

All the niggas who played with me who dead, them niggas ain't want to live (No)

She gave me head and that head was givin' what it's supposed to give

I came out here and got on, 'cause I was doin' what I was supposed to did

The way she ate me up and ate them kids, I don't think she want no kids (Let's go)

These niggas beefin' for IG, but bitch, I want to kill

Kept gettin' blessings, bitch, I hustled, I ain't wanna steal

I'll whip this bitch out now in front of all these cameras, niggas know what it is

My hitta out here slidin' with a warrant, I think he want it still

Them pussies pulled me over on the lil' four-way (Four-way)

The DA asked me for a picture, I wore Dior to my last court date

Nigga ask if I got a pass, I tell 'em, "No way" (No way)

Bitch, we like AIDS, I'm on your ass, we on your ass, bitch, we won't go 'way (Go 'way)

I think I need to change the scenery, a new main (Somethin' new)

A fine ho (Yes sir), boo thang

Thinkin' about checkin' me about a ho, gon' see a blue flame

Off the front of the Glick when I start hittin', so tie your shoestring (Nyoom)

He's a runner, he's a track star

These tough ass niggas that rap ain't really that, these niggas just act hard

I came in this bitch too real, I had to chill, almost got blackballed

Just talked to my CPA, said I'm approved for my new Black Card

All the niggas who played with me who dead, them niggas ain't want to live (Bitch ass nigga)

She gave me head and that head was givin' what it's supposed to give

I came out here and got on, 'cause I was doin' what I was supposed to did

The way she ate me up and ate them kids, I don't think she want no kids (Go, go)

The way he got that look up in his eyes, then he must wanna die (Huh)

Nigga, I'm gon' make your momma cry 'fore you make my momma cry

I stay up out the way and mind my business 'cause I'm certified (Certified)

Uh-oh, that nigga done made me mad, okay, it's murder night

Half a million worth of chains, it probably hurt your eye (Bling)

I set my time and won the race, they givin' first place to the turtle now

Brought 'em back, I need endorsements on the turtleneck

Just taught the freak how to talk back, she done turned herself to a Squirtle now (Squirtle)

No disrespect, but girl, that pussy wet

So you gon' have to get up and get the fuck up out my bed

Come showin' off for them hoes and we gon' paint the city red

The last nigga that played with me, that nigga dead (Than a motherfucker)

All the niggas who played with me who dead, them niggas ain't want to live (I'm talkin' dead as hell)

She gave me head and that head was givin' what it's supposed to give

I came out here and got on, 'cause I was doin' what I was supposed to did (Oh, oh)

The way she ate me up and ate them kids, I don't think she want no kids

Nigga, bitch

Who's gon' trip on me 'bout that ho?

I'm the one gettin', goddamn, my soul snatched

You the one gettin' the kisses

Shit, you winnin'

Lame ass nigga

GRAMMY PARTY lyrics - DaBaby

I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick (Yeah)

Let's go, nigga

Huh

I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick

I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya

I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya hit

And I can't tell her everything about me, I'm a pimp

Yeah, I step on business, she gonna respect my pimpin' (Yeah)

You know I don't care about feelings, you know I care about millions (Let's go!)

You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all niggas

I tell them new niggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all niggas, yeah

Pull up and hop out that thing on 'em, cars to the side

Hoggin' the lane on 'em, look how I drive

I'm in the paint on 'em, lil nigga small

I'm havin' weight on 'em, get up and ball

Ain't finna wait on these bands a dog

She let me spank on 'em

I ain't finna waste time wit' none of you niggas

I crank up that rolls Royce and go to the bank on 'em

Come get my key, I'm at the back wit' it

I'm on tequila, don't the name of it

Got drunk as fuck, I had a hangover

'Bout to go buy my BM the new Range Rover

These niggas weak, I'm in the way on 'em

Ain't in the streets, ain't got no stain on 'em

I ain't gon' ever believe that she love me

Until she go tattoo my mufuckin' name on her

Bitch, I'm a dog, I'm in the cage on 'em

I set it off, ain't finna play on 'em

We let it out, fuck her, and lay on her

She wanna go one more time, I'm okay wit' it

These niggas carry they gun every now and then

I am not one of them, I am gon' stay wit' it

These niggas touch me, I bet you that magazine

Inside the church'll have one of they face on it

Bitch, I'ma dog

I seen Baby posted at the Grammy party with a stick

I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya

I got too much bread to do the talkin' get ya hit

And I can't tell her everything about me, I'm a pimp

Yeah, I step on business, she gonna respect my pimpin'

You know I don't care about feelings, you know I care about millions

You know she want me to fuck her for free, she don't even let y'all niggas

I tell them new niggas better come catch up with me, soon as they catch y'all niggas

Yeah

Bitch

Yeah

Let's go!

Hate It Or Love It lyrics - Rob49 & DaBaby

Yeah hop out red eye smash a nigga

Guaranteed it's a nigga in your clique hating right now siting there laughing with you

Baby can't put that mouth on me like right now I ain't even have it here

2.5 worth of cars in my driveway

Right now I paid cash to get it

Nigga gotta rob he ain't have his pistol

Go hard, they hate it or they love it

I seen my dog switch for some money he was out here acting like he love me

I never lied to the bros or my mama I lied to your honor

Oh you too boujie for the gang fuck it, I'll buy that pussy from you

And no it ain't tricking if you got it bitch

Fuck that I need that for free

Fuck around had to brake on to me

Did my thing got awards B.e.t

That's my hoe yeah I know she a freak

Way I go get that money I turn up

When she watch me count money she turn on

I got some jays and it gun on

She gonna do her thing when I come on

Oh she think I love her she trying to break a nigga pockets

I do it if she doing what I tell her

After I fuck Ima leave I say p when they ask what I'm pushing

I throw my chains on and I lie and tell her I'm come and see her later

And lie and tell her she my baby

And what she gone do believe it all my diamonds Fiji nigga

I ain't saying white lives matter but I'm still popping out in my Yeezys

I'm the type to tell a hoe to turn on the TV

Every time the bitch say she wanna see me

And watch a nigga die right there and he bleeding

Got a 40 on me now nigga playing I'm squeezing

Yeah I'm they type to put that shit on get money and put my bitch on nigga

I ain't fucking with no peons if you ain't no boss don't tell me nothing

Put my trust in these dikes every time betting on that 10 or four

I fuck a lot of hoes but I ain't gonna tell no lie I want Rubi Rose

Yeah hop out red eye smash a nigga

Guaranteed it's a nigga in your clique hating right now siting there laughing with you

Baby can't put that mouth on me like right now I ain't even have it here

2.5 worth of cars in my driveway

Right now I paid cash to get it

Nigga gotta rob he ain't have his pistol

Go hard, they hate it or they love it

I seen my dog switch for some money he was out here acting like he love me

I never lied to the bros or my mama I lied to your honor

Oh you too boujie for the gang fuck it, I'll buy that pussy from you

And no it ain't tricking if you got it bitch

No more baby daddy problems

I'm gone change yo life around

You ain't gotta ask for no more money

You can go ask the 4 god

Yeah I got it and you know I got it, I'll treat you good

We ain't gotta talk about nothing real niggas rear

Yeah hop out red eye smash a nigga

Guaranteed it's a nigga in your clique hating right now siting there laughing with you

Baby can't put that mouth on me like right now I ain't even have it here

2.5 worth of cars in my driveway

Right now I paid cash to get it

Nigga gotta rob he ain't have his pistol

I fuck a lot of hoes but I ain't gonna tell no lie I want Rubi Rose

Fact I almost failed had to lift him up that's my dog I threw a bone

Hotline Bling (Remix) lyrics - DaBaby

Baby, Baby, Baby Jesus

Baby, Baby Jesus

Gotta stutter when you say DaBaby

My phone keep on ringin', act like I don't see it

Your negative energy fuck up my vibe

Sending me threats, telling me you outside

Goofs in your high school to fuck up my ride

Said you did it again, said it is what it is

Scratching my shit, I go paint it again

Flatten my tires, I get bigger rims

That girl smile and I hit all her friends

And she know I'm a dog, I'm dog, I'm a dog

Worked real hard, finna take a vacation

I'd rather do this shit on my own

Don't give a fuck how much longer it takes me

I never fucked with these niggas before

I fuck with 'em now so they feel like I made it

Talking subliminal, this shit is pitiful

How they let that nigga feel like famous?

God damn, let's see act these niggas gon' act

Your bitch around me, it's a wrap

I just sent her a pic on the Snap

I'm gon' hit your lil' bitch from the back

It go down in the DM, I put her to sleep, got a Tylenol, PM

That's your baby momma, I call her my BM

They hating on John 'cause they all wanna be him

I really don't understand why niggas hating on me, all it took was some time and some patient

I got a whole lot of fine bitches waiting on me 'cause they know one day I'ma be famous

I got a whole lot of people that need me to feed 'em

They know that I got 'em, I won't ever leave 'em

I dropped out of college and start makin' more than my teachers

Now all the bitches, they love me

And the niggas they hate me

'Cause they all wanna fuck me, woah, woah

As long as nobody touch me, we gon' keep gettin' money

We ain't worried 'bout nothing, no

Your girl might need some dick in her life

Don't even lie, she get in your ride

I pull out that dick and she know how to ride

Pull your seat-belt, I don't know how to drive

I treat your ho like a ho all the time

Never I wanted your ho over mine

Say that's a lie, but you know she be lyin', hey

I know when that hotline bling, ha

INDUSTRY lyrics - DaBaby

Let's go

Let's go, nigga

Industry, get up out my way, and let me pop it on 'em

Baby ain't leavin' up at the house unless that Glock up on him

These niggas ain't got no heart, finna take the shit, I got founded on him

Double-R, in this bitch with a F&N when I come round the corner

Like I'm ready to creep on niggas, I need mine, like I gotta get it

I done stood in the business, now it's me-time, I pull up, uh

Yellow Lamborghini with the seats down, I'ma pop my shit

I go three, John, I'ma pop my shit, I go 5G

Ain't stuntin' this shit on IG, I'm ready for a nigga to try me

I'm ready for a nigga to want that

I tried to hide this shit when I went number one, but fuck it, I'm on that

Ain't comin' inside the bitch without no gun, you know I'ma bun it

Yeah, any nigga that play that

Yeah, look where a nigga standin', this exactly where a nigga gon' lay at

I stood up like a man and took my lick, now nigga, it's payback

I'm in here, doin' my dance up in this bitch, pull up in a Maybach

These niggas thought it was over for me, why the fuck would you say that?

I pull up, slap the fuck out of one of these DJ's, tell 'em to play that, nigga

Industry, get up out my way, and let me pop it on 'em (Go DJ, go DJ)

Baby ain't leavin' up at the house unless that Glock up on him (Go DJ, go)

These niggas ain't got no heart, finna take the shit, I got founded on him

Double-R, in this bitch with a F&N when I come round the corner

Get in my way, let me pop it

Bitch-ass nigga, I ain't never gon' stop it

I'm in this bitch with a motherfuckin' rocket

Nigga, don't take me that nigga, I'm dyin' to go

No matter how hard niggas look

Long as you lookin' my way, ain't gon find a ho'

These niggas lookin' to die, let's go

Lookin' for that, you gon' find a pro, yeah

Go DJ (Go DJ, go)

(Go DJ, go DJ, go)

Industry, get up out my way, and let me pop it on 'em (Go DJ, go DJ)

Baby ain't leavin' up at the house unless that Glock up on him (Go DJ, go)

These niggas ain't got no heart, finna take the shit, I got founded on him

Double-R, in this bitch with a F&N when I come round the corner

JOC IN '06 lyrics - DaBaby

(Sil on the beat)

I got the late hours on the way home

She told me to pull up and it won't take long

[?]

That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby

Yeah, she get it back when she leave 'cause we grown

Yeah, she get it back when she leave 'cause we grown

Pick up my babies and drop me a hit

I'm underrated, been poppin' my shit

I came up off of CDs I bought from a lick (Oh)

Niggas can't see me, I'm raw as it get

Stiff on these bitches, you not what it is (No)

Can't give you nothin', this all for my kids

Steppin' on niggas, I'm walkin' on shit

Play, it's gon' go down like Joc in '06

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Uh, let's go

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

(Steppin' on niggas, I'm walkin' on shit

Play, it's gon' go down like Joc in '06)

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Yeah (Let's go)

You can call the police and get burnt (Mhm)

Make his family go make some new merch' (Ha)

They run [?], we turned (Tst)

Y'all niggas scared, go to church (Mhm)

Pull out that motherfuckin' Phantom, that bitch long as hell, it sit up like a hearse (Bitch)

My daughter got bread in her purse

She know she the shit, she gon' stand on that curb (Yeah)

I done been eatin' for so fuckin' long, I don't think I can handle desert (Yeah)

Velour on my lap right now while I'm rappin', chillin' with her daddy while he work

Nigga, it was back in 2010 when I seen a pound of Percs, y'all bitch-ass niggas need to skrrt

See a nigga play with you, but you ain't leave the nigga on the scene

You ain't built like me if he alert (Let's go), nigga

Pick up my babies and drop me a hit

I'm underrated, been poppin' my shit

I came up off of CDs I bought from a lick (Oh)

Niggas can't see me, I'm raw as it get

Stiff on these bitches, you not what it is (No)

Can't give you nothin', this all for my kids

Steppin' on niggas, I'm walkin' on shit

Play, it's gon' go down like Joc in '06

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Uh, let's go

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

(Steppin' on niggas, I'm walkin' on shit

Play, it's gon' go down like Joc in '06)

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Yeah (Let's go)

Play, it's gon' go down like Joc (Yeah)

He think he like me, he not (No)

Nigga, let's play a motherfuckin' game

Play with me, you gon' get shot (Boom)

No amount of word is a popstar

Baby, how many niggas you popped?

Like 21 say, "Bitch, a lot"

One with the F&N, the others got Glocked, nigga

Uh-huh, yeah (Damn)

Baby, how many niggas you dropped?

Uh-huh, yeah

Uh-huh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pick up my babies and drop me a hit

I'm underrated, been poppin' my shit

I came up off of CDs I bought from a lick (Oh)

Niggas can't see me, I'm raw as it get

Stiff on these bitches, you not what it is (No)

Can't give you nothin', this all for my kids

Steppin' on niggas, I'm walkin' on shit

Play, it's gon' go down like Joc in '06

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Uh, let's go

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

(Steppin' on niggas, I'm walkin' on shit

Play, it's gon' go down like Joc in '06)

Yeah-yeah (Uh-huh)

Yeah (Let's go)

Jump Man (Remix) lyrics - DaBaby

You know when I get quiet I'm always up to something, man

You know that, ha

That boy up to somethin'

Ayy, look

I'm laid over the bad bitch waiting on a package

Just had a flashback, I used to have a pissy mattress

And I done choosed to trap, it's what I had to do

The police riding up and down the avenue

As soon as they touch me, running it up on the boulevard

When you only keep it 100, I guess they can't pull your card

Fuck the lean, I'm on the Henny

Fuck your main, I'm gettin' plenty

I prolly pull up in my Honda, I drive wherever I wanna

And I was just starving on Friday but now I'm back balling on Tuesday

He probably hate on my bitches, runnin' round calling 'em groupies

I ride around with extensions, I keep it on me, I'm Gucci

I get a whole lot of Benji's, I put 'em on me like Boosie

I fuck up the juggin' for rappin', then I got right back to trappin'

I sold all the pounds for the profit, then hit the mall and went shoppin'

I'm who you call if you need me, need me, gon' get it, we got it

And I leave the gas up to Diesel, don't talk to me, switch the topic

I mean, yeah, it ain't nothing positive, it ain't about getting no money

I mean, where I'm at right now, you know what I'm sayin', I don't wanna have nothing to do with that shit, you feel me?

I wish everybody peace and blessings

KeKe (Freestyle) lyrics - DaBaby

That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby

Fuck KeKe nigga

You paid her for the pussy, got if free-free nigga, huh (free)

I'm the man, my city need me nigga (huh)

People all around the country play my CD nigga (huh,huh)

I'm a extra special nigga, I don't you'd choose to sleep on

Run up on me, ge gone

It's hot outside, the heat on

I don't wanna chit-chat, you know I'm really with that

I'mma do it right there, don't gotta get no getback

I'm in and out the airport, I'm always out the city

I got bitches cryin' for me, I'mma show her like I'm Drizzy

Like to do my dance on them hoes, yeah, they dig it (yea)

Got these other niggas actin' like some hoes, they in their feelings (aye, aye, aye, aye)

Don't know how these niggas doin' but it's gravy on my side

You in the car, you gotta have a gun, that's how I ride (ah)

You know that I had to grow some nuts and try you on the timeline (huh)

Can't even pay his phone bill, he hatin' on the Wi-Fi, damn (brrr)

You coulda' spent that time with ya' kids

I've been spendin' time with mine, that's just how a nigga is

I don't need no recognition, that's just how a nigga live

Every nigga with me felon, I ain't ridin' with no friends

They like the way I switch that

Everybody want a piece of me

Bitch I'm a Kit-Kat, chocolate-ass nigga

Bring a chocolate nigga shit back (huh)

I knock a nigga shit back (huh)

You saw ya' homeboy shoot some

You prolly never did that (hmm)

These niggas be some small fries

Actin' like some big cats

Before they got hteir first pound

I was sellin' 10-packs

Ya' nigga need to sit up

I prolly need to sit back

I'm heavy, bitch I'm big weight

I'm workin' on my six-pack

He in and out the gym now

He trynna get his bitch back

We front you and you ran out

He trynna get his shit back (hahaha)

And that shit got you in your feelings

I just gotta be real with ya'

L.A. Leakers - Freestyle #131 lyrics - DaBaby

Off the top, don't believe the hype, nigga, it's Baby, I'm pushin' P

Double R Phantom outside, drop the window with the lights just to let them hoes look at me

Yeah, I won't keep her, I'd rather be free with her

Give it back to the streets, keep it G with her

Might fuck on me for three years

Only three times will I sit down in public and eat with her

Must've forgot who he is

I been fuckin' niggas hoes since fifteen

It's a surprise I only got me three kids

Look in his eyes, you can tell that he real

Look on the net, you might think that he fake

Look at the plaques, stats and where I came from

Ain't no way you can say "He ain't great"

Type to wake up today and go sell my estate

Nigga, I don't want it no more, I don't want the whips either

Tryna make me mad 'bout a ho

Nigga don't know what's goin', I don't want the bitch either

I drop her off with you, you can keep her

Nigga, I ain't new to this shit, I been true to this shit since a seven-forty-five yellow Beemer

Pull up with the cutest little bitch, I don't open her doors

I just fuck her all night and I leave her, yeah

He pushin' P 'cause he paid for it

I get that pussy for free, I'm on welfare

I fell in love with her, she was my trap girl

I used to make the mailman press the doorbell

She give that good head, if she got long hair I got nowhere

Fuck niggas hatin', but oh well

I'm the type of rap nigga kill a rap nigga, now I still walk in and do my lil' show there, nigga

I'm pushin' P, I'm the realest one in it

She fuck with me, that boy still in his feelings

I'm in Atlanta, buyin' designer

Fuck 'round with me and I'll shoot you in Lennox

I'm in New York where I can't have a gun

I'ma just fly into New Jersey with it

I'm back to Cali and I never run

Play, you gon' go play with 2Pac and Biggie

Yeah, I got three daughters, but I need a son

You excited enough? okay baby, come get me

Lay back and push out that P, he gon' be wantin' to play

I never let niggas play with me, it's Baby, nigga

Man, nigga, this shit too easy, fuckin' that ho in my Yeezys

Won't take 'em off, soon as I'm done, I'm leaving

She beggin' me for to stay

I'm havin' business to handle, can't waste time creepin'

She got to thinkin' I'm bae

I guess it's my fault, my feelings change with the seasons

I cuff hoes when it's cold outside

Then I get gone when it's hoes outside

Pull up on 'em niggas and hear, "Oh my god,"

Pull up on 'em niggas in a cold ass ride

I used to serve niggas pound everyday

In a fishbowl rental with a old .45

I ain't even have to use the scale no more

When half of most niggas wouldn't know my lyin'

Me and you are not the same, you a misdemeanor, nigga

I get mad and send a hit on me a nigga

I flash out, pull that stick out, uh

Never go back 'bout a bitch

That ain't part of my pimpin', that ain't how I get down, yeah

I slap a grown ass man in front of all his niggas

Let's see who the bitch now

All out the window, yeah nigga, I'm here

I know we supposed to be mad at DaBaby

And that nigga cancelled, but that nigga lit

And these niggas' hoes, I came from the bottom

I didn't have shit, wasn't even supposed to see this

She get to starin' as soon as I hop out the car

I didn't even have on a fit

Came back with the fade on them hoes

Uh, yeah, lookin' just like Money Mitch

Uh, nigga, this shit too easy

That's a FN on my hip, no beeper

I don't trust none of these hoes, no sir

I ain't claimin' none of these hoes, not even

Niggas talkin' 'bout Baby on the blogs

Nigga, so what, do somethin', I'm pleadin'

And I ain't have to show me a nigga what's happenin' in a while

Trigger finger motherfuckin' squeezin'

Scratchin' it, now that bitch itchin'

I'm back in this bitch where I'm stuck with that iron

Any one of you niggas fuck with me wrong

On my big bro, it's gon' be a killing

I got on my motherfuckin' grind, when the money slow down niggas got in they feelings

Fuck on her slow and I don't even kiss her

I'm a dog ass nigga, Baby

Huh? Yeah, nigga this shit too easy

Fuckin' that ho in my Yeezys

I'm in this bitch with the Leakers

Yeah, huh? Nigga this shit too easy

Uh, fuck on that ho in my - uh

I'm in this bitch with the– let's go

L.A. Leakers - Freestyle #174 lyrics - DaBaby

[Part I: "Like That" by Future, Metro Boomin & Kendrick Lamar]

Yeah, Yeah

Look

You know it's baby nigga

You know how it is, They ride your dick then end up playing with you

I put blood, sweat, tears into this shit, but you can save the tissue

Guarantee her neighbours know my name, they think I'm staying with her

I put me a kid in her new crib, cuz I'm a cold nigga

5-6 years ago I would've took it and put some bowls in it

Tellin' me that I'm chocolate and I'm fine and fuck her old nigga

Y'all letting these women talk about their exes, y'all some hoes nigga

Waited until it was safe to cross that line, cuz he ain't bold nigga

Knowing he still ain't safe until this day I bet I show niggas

Niggas and they brothers be the closest, Me and my bros different

Grew up having to fight niggas over breakfast, like my home prison

Snatch my cousin is a juvenile gave him a long sentence

Phantom gon' be waiting when you get out lets put some hoes in it

5% my tent, so you can't see I got my pole in it

You show you got the heart to fuck with me and I'll put a hole in it

Growing up closet used to look cleaned out, I ain't had no clothes in it

Just two pair of Voices for the year, I ain't had no J's in it

Jumped up off the porch and got some money and it went way different

Got my momma to get me a rental car and I went make plays in it

These lil niggas ain't like that

Yeah, Nigga

Hold on, I'm keeping it brief, send me a bitch ass nigga and don't even speak to him, I ain't needing to speak

Hoe better get her a number, 'fore she get up outta here, cuz she ain't sleeping with me

She bout to drive herself crazy, keep tryna keep up with me

I don't recommend it

On a normal day roll up with benzes

All that hating shit don't hurt my feelings

I don't care if they like it, it's in me, Yeah

These niggas don't stand up their hoes, I hit a too and stand on my toes

I better climb up that tree like a pro

Soon as I get what I need I'mma Go, Believe That

Look, I get to getting on, hoe got on my nerves so bad, I went got me a different phone

I'm not one of them niggas who let you slide if we don't get along

Even if people there, I'mma teach you something bout who you picking on

I'm like one of them pits, when I'm in that pussy, baby get a bone

You finna go down in the history as one of them niggas that baby shitted on

Knocked the nigga out and hurt my hand I think I hit him wrong

Just got sent a hundred and fifty thousand dollars and did a song

Used to get three hundred thousand in 2020, but I'm shaking back

I can start a war with that lil money, you niggas play "you act"

Ain't talking bout no fitted when I sit and think about my favorite hat

Every time I catch a nigga that was talking crazy I make him take it back and I put that on my daddy nigga

Fuck? Me and you ain't the same nigga, HUH?

Is you like that? Is you like that nigga?

Man look, don't get me started in this bitch, Justin lets do it, Ay

[Part II: "Get It Sexyy" by Sexyy Red]

Ooh, Ah, Ah, Ah, Aah

Yeah

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah

Wassup Sexyy Red, you know you're my favorite motherfucking rapper, your birthday was yesterday, Happy birthday baby, You know I love you, I love that ghetto shit, Lets do it

Ay, look

These hoes want a chocolate nigga

Guess who got some chocolate for you

Ain't got time to pop it with you

Nod my head, they hopping on you

In this bitch like Ronald Test, knock one of these niggas, I'm performing

All this shit they done seen on cameras, imagine what I did when it was not recording

Get it baby, Get it baby, Get it baby, Yeah

I be like show me some ass, I wanna see something bae

Find me a hoe and I freak on her

I ain't her boyfriend, right now she my freak for the day, I got a show to come lean on it

Even when summer right there and it's hot outside, I take the beat and I ski on it

We on the Casamigos, I got three of them, they want me fucking them all night, want me pee on them, No

Ain't finna have me on TMZ talking 'bout trafficking, I got the ARP, I get to slapping and show all you bitch ass niggas what's happening

Fuck what you think

I tell the waitress at clubs I'mma open my bottle myself, so don't fuck with my drank

Pull up from the club in the Rolls Roys

Car full of bad bitches bumping some Drake, nigga

Comfortable in here, it's me and the fully, fuck with me I'mma get jiggy

I see that she fuck with that, She don't think I seen her looking

No she won't give me that kitty, when they put the pressure on you niggas went right away

You know me, I'm still in the city, I just hit the grocery store, we got some groceries today, went home and made me some chicken

These lil niggas hoes, you see when you look in their eyes, I cook one of these niggas like fries

Wanna be known? Wanna go get you some streams? I cook one of you niggas on live

Came with with lies, I call them Pinocchio back on they ass, like Uh-oh, no you don't

I'm in the fast car, smoking on PFF, get in and get nasty, gave me some throat to go pulling out fast like I'm running late

Back on that bullshit ready to demonstrate

Get on your ass and go get some steak

I'm on some other shit, want some more real estate

I got a bag in here with a drink, she got that ass I feel it when it shake

Eating got value to you, put on some weight, I'm trying to make that ass clap and you say, Ay

Get it baby, Get it baby, Get it baby, Yeah

I be like

These hoes want a chocolate nigga

Guess who got some chocolate for you

Ain't got time to pop it with you

Nod my head, they hopping on you

In this bitch like Ronald Test, knock one of these niggas, I'm performing

All this shit they done seen on cameras, imagine what I did when it was not recording

Nigga

Get it baby, get it baby

Leave Me Alone (Freestyle) lyrics - DaBaby

Somebody tell these rappers, leave me 'lone now

My feature price went up, I charge 5K for a song now

That's too high for you? Fuck ya, I should really charge you ten

I went and broke bread with the family when I could've bought a Benz

They know what it was, they know what it is

I built up a buzz, I cut off some friends

Them niggas was fake, my niggas was real

My cousin was [?], he need an appeal

I'm having filet, it's fresh off the grill

These niggas ain't hate, just look at they [?]

Just stay out my way if you wanna live

The last nigga played, he no longer here

God damn! (Turn up!)

I put a fuck nigga up (yuh)

I'm in the store with my daughter, the cameras recording, they know it was [?] (bitch!)

Them niggas ain't really know that it was up with me, now niggas know that it's up (uh huh)

And they act like they traumatized by how I did 'em but I really don't give a fuck (uh uh)

No I really don't give a damn

Too late when that bitch in my hand

They know I'm the shit, I'm a [?]

I blew his shit on the cams (boom!)

They wanna see me in the jail, and throw out the key and take me from the fam

Just make sure when you play with me that you ready, I'll put you to sleep like a Xan, bitch

Somebody tell these rappers, leave me 'lone now

They heard I caught a body, everybody call'n my phone now

I know that you ain't 'bout it, when you got smoke you pull your phone out (bitch!)

You better use your brains, you'll fuck around and get 'em blown out (boom!)

Bitch I'm tired

Forgive me if I zone out

You know it's way harder to sleep (uh huh)

When you got your heart in the streets (yeah)

I make them throw a white sheet on yo ass, you better call the police (brr brr)

And I've just been itching to stop me a nigga, so don't get it started with me

You better

Leave me alone!

Stay up out my way before somebody die today, god damn

Leave me alone!

Stay up out my way before somebody die today, hey, hey

Leave me alone!

40 on my waist, in the car I got the K, hey, hey

Leave me alone!

I'll move they ass today, it's DaBaby, baby, baby (laughter)

Bitch ass nigga (laughter)

Fuck you talkin' bout, the best mothafuckin' rapper, the prettiest Charlotte nigga alive

Baby Jesus AKA Da motherfuckin Baby AKA [?] (realest motherfucker rappin' man)

Billion dollar baby shit man, Charlotte shit man, Carolina shit man, ya dig?

Huh

Huh

Leave me alone! (cut that hoe out right there)

Lonely lyrics - DaBaby & Lil Wayne

[DaBaby:]

Caught up in my feelings, I'll fuck around and kill another nigga

You ain't even gotta push me, how I'm feelin' now

I been havin' mood swings like a Gemini

I can use the murder for therapy

I can make the news with it, break the internet

Have 'em all nervous and scared of me

Then get away sneaky clean, never seen a thing (K.I.D)

I got .44 and F&N bullets and twenty-five thousand stuffed in these Amiri jeans

Damn, look at what happened to hip-hop

He at the Grammys and still got that shit cocked

Pull out the camera with me and my bitch out

And take a picture, ain't a hatin' nigga in the world fuckin' with big John

Knock his brains out if he got it on his mind

Lonely, lonely baby

Lonely, lonely baby

A lonely, lonely baby (Lonely)

Lonely, lonely baby (Lonely, baby)

Lonely, lonely baby

A lonely, lonely baby (K)

As if I got a reason to act like I'm lonely

I saw my big brother laid out with his brains out

It's been catchin' up to me

Shit, how would you act if your bro took his life?

And you know that you rappin' like all of these niggas

And you don't even trap and you livin' your life

The best you ever had just to see it come crashin', I'm burnin'

You don't know the feelin' in the car with a bottle of liquor, a pistol, a lonely killer

Ain't no love at the top, just a lonely nigga

Ain't no love at the bottom either

All these blood-suckin' leachers and bottom feeders

All these sores on our feet 'cause we over-steppin'

He just caught his first one so you know he reppin'

He just a lonely, lonely baby, yeah, baby

Peter Piper picked the pepper

I pulled a stick out, hit him, then I left him

She pulled my dick out, hit her on the dresser

We fucked my aggression out

She like a pretzel how I fold her up and put it in her

She fuckin' a lonely nigga that's a killer, nigga

(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby, K.I.D)

[Lil Wayne:]

Hmm, it's Weezy Baby, at the top, it's lonely

Got choppers on me, can't stop the moment

I just popped a soma and now I'm karma

All that body on me got you hot, I'm warmin'

And it ain't gon' help you more than I'm gon' harm you

Outchea by myself rollin' like a army

Fuck her by myself, fuck her with her homies

I'on need nobody, I'on see no solids

Ba-ba-ba-ba-bap, bet I'on see nobody

Come and see about it, I bet you see a rivalry

On Giovanni's and I bet this pipe knock the Peter out of him

Better pick the pepper, all the devils hide from here to Heaven

Better get her reverend, bet his momma cry when she hear the reverend

Shots hit the reverend, better get it extra with your lonely ass

On your OnlyFans, you a only fan

You gon' die a stripper, wasn't born to dance

Fucked a thousand niggas, I'm the only man let you stay lonely

Let you skate on it, let you play on it, then let you cuddle on 'em

Jay on 'em, like you are not alone

[DaBaby (Lil Wayne):]

Lonely, lonely baby (Baby)

Lonely, lonely baby

A lonely, lonely baby (Lonely, lonely, lonely)

Lonely, lonely baby (Lonely, lonely, lonely)

Lonely, lonely baby

A lonely, lonely baby (You and I alone, K)

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)

DaBaby other songs:

 

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