BONNET lyrics - DaBaby (feat. Pooh Shiesty)

Baby, don't get me started

Just got her hair done so she slept with a bonnet

I am the best motherfuckin' rapper, nigga

Bitch, there go baby them stuntin'

Hopping out, smelling good, pocket full of money

They hop off your dick when they got what they wanted

Tell me whatever, don't tell me you love me

I been through some shit, baby, actually

Can we get straight to the action? Let's just get nasty

Fuck all that keeping it classy

She like a nigga to thug her out, smack on her ass cheeks

These niggas biting my style, I got rabies

Bitch, wear your seat belt, I drive a ho crazy

She ride my dick like a Mercedes

Won't even come out the house if it's free, gotta pay me

And she gon' get mad go and cheat on a nigga (Let's go)

Bitch get mad and go cheat on your nigga (Let's go)

Pull up right now, just me and my pistol

I jumped out selling weed I was little (Yeah)

Make me mad and I'm hell on a nigga (Give 'em hell)

Still remember the smell when I hit him

This shit got me numb, I don't care or have feelings (We don't care)

Both of my niggas dead and I miss 'em (Yeah)

Stop it, it's time to pop it (Yeah)

Rich-ass nigga where the rock at (Yeah, boom)

Bitch, I know you like chocolate, I'm chocolate

I keep on making hits, they can't stop it

I'm all in the crib with your bitch in my boxers (With your bitch)

Check the charts and the lists and I top 'em

All the way retarded, send a nigga to the doctor

Yeah, I'm fully automatic with the chopper (Brr)

I need some gun smoke

I save the money, ain't saving no freak, I'm a pimp if you don't know (If you don't)

He just copped a new hat, he want one more (He want more)

Elephant in the room, bitch, I'm Dumbo (Yeah)

If you love me, bitch, tattoo the logo

She wanna fuck big CEO for some promo (CEO)

Brand new big Maybach truck going dodo

Drive this bitch like it's a stolo, yeah

Bitch, there go baby them stuntin'

Hopping out, smelling good, pocket full of money

They hop off your dick when they got what they wanted

Tell me whatever, don't tell me you love me

I been through some shit, baby, actually

Can we get straight to the action? Let's just get nasty

Fuck all that keeping it classy

She like a nigga to thug her out, smack on her ass cheeks

These niggas biting my style, I got rabies

Bitch, wear your seat belt, I drive a ho crazy

She ride my dick like a Mercedes

Won't even come out the house if it's free, gotta pay me

And she gon' get mad go and cheat on a nigga (Let's go)

Bitch get mad and go cheat on your nigga

Big 13 known to put shit in the spital

With a lil' wide body, pop out with a missile

Straight from the south and I ain't worth seven figures

Put a bag on they head, know a kid who'll spit 'em

I knew he was slumped, watch him tweak when I hit 'em

My arm will align, still slide with the killers

Get some, get back, celebrate, throw a dinner

Passing the wood, I put dead folks in 'em

Tough talk around me, get a background check

Research came back, he is not a real hitta

I pick up my MAC 'fore I talk back on Twitter

Be high off of blood, get the drop from his sister had big dreams on gettin' rich

Just like El Chapo ever since I was little

Matter fact, get 'em wacked like I'm Pablo

If a nigga blue tip, knock some meat off his taco

My life on the wire, feds want me like Marlo

Choppas around me, they follow where I go

Spent a 30 ball with my gun plug in Chicago

Six hundred somethin' shots trailing me in the tahoe

Baby and Shiesty, this shit got too icey

We 'posed to be rappin', this turned to a light show

Bitch, there go baby them stuntin'

Hopping out, smelling good, pocket full of money

They hop off your dick when they got what they wanted

Tell me whatever, don't tell me you love me

I been through some shit, baby, actually

Can we get straight to the action? Let's just get nasty

Fuck all that keeping it classy

She like a nigga to thug her out, smack on her ass cheeks

These niggas biting my style, I got rabies

Bitch, wear your seat belt, I drive a ho crazy

She ride my dick like a Mercedes

Won't even come out the house if it's free, gotta pay me

And she gon' get mad go and cheat on a nigga (Let's go)

Bitch get mad and go cheat on your nigga

Book IT lyrics - DaBaby

Man

You want a show? Better book it

Bitch-ass nigga (Yeah)

Baby, nigga (Go, go)

Still don't give no fucks (Go)

No, no

You want a show? Better book it (Beef)

Who want a plate? Let me cook it (Go)

I caught a pretty bitch lookin'

Ooh, she wanna give me that pussy (Yeah)

We haven't burn it with switches on

I turned this bitch to a foolie (Yeah)

You like the comment, no pictures home

I hope you don't think you no bully (Okay, let's go)

I was lettin' shit slide

Tryna play Mr. Nice Guy

Niggas start thinkin' I'm pussy (Yeah)

They tried to turn Baby into a pop star

I went number one as a rookie

I turned to the top streaming in the whole world

Then I put back on my hoodie

These niggas lame

I walk in this bitch by myself with my changes to pay me and put it

Come on, you know you ain't like that

I can tell you ain't ready to die, jack

Niggas gonna need more than the ice pack

Pull the gun out, I won't even fight back

Got the pussy, she say that she like that

I'ma walk down the room like I'm Mike Jack

I came back on they ass like I'm Michael Jordan

Swish!

You want a show? Better book it (Beef)

Who want a plate? Let me cook it (Go)

I caught a pretty bitch lookin'

Ooh, she wanna give me that pussy (Yeah)

We haven't burn it with switches on

I turned this bitch to a foolie (Yeah)

You like the comment, no pictures home

I hope you don't think you no bully (Okay, let's go)

Okay, he said he on go

This nigga must think I'm a ho (Let's go)

Nigga might as well lay on the floor

Ambulance better wait by the door (Uh-huh)

Tryna wonder why niggas ain't slide

I been waitin' on 'em every day, they got the load (Yeah, nigga)

And it's time to go wait up and hide

I be skatin' outside, nigga play, I'ma blow

You want a show? Better book it, nigga (Pussy)

You lil' niggas pussy (Go)

I get mad, I come cook it (Yeah)

Take me a lil' nigga cookies

Wait, don't need lil' nigga to push

They gon' have to show me like, fuck it, let's go there

Prolly be duckin' the cup, we together, big bubble

White paint on the nails and her toenails (Go)

You want a show? Better book it (Beef)

Who want a plate? Let me cook it (Go)

I caught a pretty bitch lookin'

Ooh, she wanna give me that pussy (Yeah)

We haven't burn it with switches on

I turned this bitch to a foolie (Yeah)

You like the comment, no pictures home

I hope you don't think you no bully (Okay, let's go)

Yo, nigga, it's baby, nigga

You want a show? Better book it

Couple Cubes Of Ice lyrics - DaBaby

And I'm the best mothafuckin' rapper, nigga

And she always on defense

He's heating up

That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby

Let's go

She always on defense (C'mon)

She's an overthinker

You should calm down, we could order you a drink

She said, "No, I'm not a drinker"

C'mon, it's just a couple cubes of ice

C'mon, tell me how you like it

Break up with your man, I'm tryna fuck with you tonight

And she said, "A lame nigga don't excite me"

I don't like those niggas either with their bitchass

But I know one thing, it's really nice to meat you with your thick ass

And I always been the type to go and eat, I never sit back

Ever think about how many times I sit up, I have a six pack

Cruisin' through the city with your missus, get your bitch back

She throw her hips back, yeah, I'm puttin' it on her tongue like Tic Tacs

Eenie, meenie, miny, moe, which one you hoes in here really with that?

They know me around the globe, they play my songs where they speak French on it

I tell her, "Bonjour," she havin' her makeup on with contour

Gotta move out my penthouse, bitches be knockin' on my door

I done been through a whole lot of things you prolly cried for

I told you it ain't that strong, what I gotta lie for?

(It's just a) C'mon, it's just a couple cubes of ice

C'mon, tell me how you like it

Break up with your man, I'm tryna fuck with you tonight

And she said, "A lame nigga don't excite me"

Nah, maybe not, these niggas be walkin' around like they could fuck with Baby, huh?

I done let these niggas have their space and get their paper now

I'ma drop my nuts and show these niggas who the greatest

I'ma board the jet and make these niggas fly through Vegas (Go)

I'ma bet the house and throw that shit all on the table (Yeah)

I'ma run up all this fuckin' change and I ain't changin' (But I ain't changin')

I'ma take my new bitch on a date, then fuck the waitress (Yeah), 'cause I'm a player

Gettin' 'em out the way, I know these niggas act like bitches

Pussy, might as well have whiskers on his face

Wit' all that whisperin', quit all that sittin' around, niggas talkin' like women

When your cup empty, I'ma help you fill up

C'mon, it's just a couple cubes of ice

C'mon, tell me how you like it

Break up with your man, I'm tryna fuck with you tonight

And she said, "A lame nigga don't excite me"

C'mon, she always on defense

C'mon, she's an overthinker

I tried to order her a drink

She said, "No, I'm not a drinker"

C'mon, it's just a couple cubes of ice

C'mon, tell me how you like it

Break up with your man, I'm tryna fuck with you tonight

And she said, "A lame nigga don't excite me"

Couple cubes of ice

C'mon, tell me how you like it

Break up with your man, I'm tryna fuck with you tonight

And she said, "A lame nigga don't excite me"

Dab City lyrics - DaBaby

I'm dabbin like I'm from Atlanta

I dab like I play for the Panthers

Dabbin like I'm from Atlanta

(Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown)

Dab like I play for the Panthers

I'm dabbin' like I'm from Atlanta

(Why you dab?) I'm dabbin cause I don't like dancin

(Oh my God, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown)

I dab like I play for the Panthers

I'm dabbin like my name is Cameron

I just scored a touchdown and I'm dancing

He live in Charlotte but he from Atlanta

Me and my niggas we think we the Panthers

Look at my dab, sweet Baby Jesus

We been winnin all season, we undefeated

Send the pack off on Friday, Atlanta on the monday

Winnin touchdown it's like Super Bowl sunday

I'm dabbin like I'm from Atlanta

I dab like I play for the Panthers

Dabbin like I'm from Atlanta

(Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown)

Dab like I play for the Panthers

I'm dabbin' like I'm from Atlanta

(Why you dab?) I'm dabbin cause I don't like dancin

I'm dabbin' like I'm from Atlanta

(Oh my God, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown)

I dab like I play for the Panthers

When I be dabbin the bitches they love it

I know I'm spillin my liquor but fuck it

I just be dabbin like I am a Migo

She let me smash I keep it on the D low

I'm ballin, D Rose

Jordan, freethrows

They call me A-town they say I'm retarded

This is not A-town we dabbin' in Charlotte

I'm dabbin like I'm from Atlanta

I dab like I play for the Panthers

Dabbin like I'm from Atlanta

(Touchdown, touchdown, touchdown)

Dab like I play for the Panthers

I'm dabbin' like I'm from Atlanta

(Why you dab?) I'm dabbin cause I don't like dancin

I'm dabbin' like I'm from Atlanta

(Oh my God, touchdown, touchdown, touchdown)

I dab like I play for the Panthers

Deli (Freestyle) lyrics - DaBaby

I'm tired of this chain, this shit heavy

Shit, I'm from the Southwest of Delhi (Yeah)

Shit, I got this thing from New York like to cuss me out, talk like Sharkiesha on Belly (Uh huh)

Yeah, nigga now I'm back for that get back

I was just trying to eat, they ain't let me

I put the switch on this bitch, it's a chopper, I hit it (frrrrr)

It sound like propellers

I heard niggas think Baby ain't got it

Tell my travel agent, "Order that private"

Nigga, I ain't even got nowhere to go

But I feel like flexing, so take me to an island

I hate when it's raining outside

Drop a nigga off when the sun shining

Pull up presidential in a phantom, Obama

Send a couple thousands to my baby mamas

I got a bitch from the Bronx, say she's feeling me

But I really won't fuck 'round with Hennessy

Tell my boy Set to go holla' at Cardi

Yo' lil' sister a motherfucking Barbie (Baby)

That shit niggas talking about garbage

I set this bitch off, get me started

You know I smoke out the pound of shit stank

When I walk in the bank, smell like somebody farted

Come on with your big ass, yeah

Hit him up, gon' get that shit bag, uh

When they found him, he was dead on the motherfucking scene

I'm the one did that (Nigga)

I got him, gon' play that cool, they ain't know it was me

I'm the one spent that

And that FN ain't got kickback

Yeah, pull up back-to-back Benz's, they mismatch

Tip the driver and send his lil' bitch back

You got it lil' buddy, yeah

I get a lil' nigga out of here, buddy

I hustle day and night, yeah, nigga gotta' be cutting (Uh-uh)

Becoming like the nigga gotta' be, baby

I'm known to get on your ass, drive a bitch crazy

Get to that bag, taking my babies

Stay with that fire, standing on business

I'ma shoot at you niggas every time that y'all playin'

'Bout to switch it up to plain Jane jewelry

'Cause everything that glitter ain't gold

Niggas hoes, they ain't fooling me

Let it blow, nigga, ain't but fear of me

Except if my security don't bust it, I'm shooting my security

Growing up, nigga, mama made you fight back

I can't even shake the shit off from like that

I'm out the way, let me the fuck alone

If you ain't got a casket or ice pack

Shout out to Ice Spice

Doo Wop (Freestyle) lyrics - DaBaby

Yeah, best motherfucking rapper, nigga

All the mommas, the aunties, the grandmas, the grannies

They gon' love this shit, they gon't be like, "Ooh, he it"

Let's go

I'ma keep it pimping with you

I like what you do but it ain't for me

I prefer the simple women

She got it from you

I got it for free

I was probably hitting it different

Yeah, you gotta be careful

Most of these women they want the same thing

Wanna take selfies in the Maybach

Wanna ride 'round drinking champagne, yeah

'Boutta be tapped back into my campaign

And girl, you know you gotta watch these niggas

Niggas don't be knowing shit

These niggas be tricks, paying for pussy

These niggas be over with

I'ma drop a mixtape and make the world stop like Kobe did

Amex the credit cards and the hunnids blue like Hova kid

Yeah, my woman on deep shit with G shit, she like Lauryn Hill

Not the kind

I was out here putting it down for my team, I couldn't afford

The same people I was hustling for

I know

I been chose myself too many times to be in my feelings 'bout it

As long as my daughters and nieces happy

So the first nigga play with 'em wrong

I'ma stop everything and kill somebody, anybody

I do a nigga wrong and forget about them

Ain't taking no handouts from these niggas, know I'ma get mine

She say she never been out the country, she get sick blind

Grammy-nominated six times

I'm having a good time

Shitting on niggas and giving

I already did it before but I'm back more wise and a lil' more patient

In a hotel room with hoes and condoms, don't need no more babies

She already know she gon' die right there with the robbers if she tryna show __cpLocations

Bitch

And I'ma still pop my shit regardless if they play my song

I'ma just come back with some hard shit, it won't take too long

I'm across the country, I'm working niggas

I'ma stand on business

I'ma do hits so wrong I'ma make everybody say I'm right

Been learned quick

I seen it, nigga

I'm telling you

First hand, a veteran

She gave a firm handshake and told me I'm excellent

I'm ghetto, left the restaurant grab a hand full of peppermints

Know I ain't perfect, I see this how I expected it

I been through worst and I mean it, so I ain't stressing it

This beat remind me of the nineties back when we ain't had shit

But our family, now I see what the biggest blessing is

Your people, nigga

'Cause that's the biggest motherfuking blessing

Yeah, so make sure

Everybody else, nigga, fuck 'em, get money

Ha, best rapper

Yeah, let's go

Uh, uh, uh

Believe that

Let's go

Essence (Freestyle) lyrics - DaBaby

Yeah, these niggas got me fucked up, too, nigga

You know what I'm sayin'?

Let's go

These niggas sleepin' on the wave, they ain't feelin' me (Okay)

His baby momma and bae, they both into me (Okay)

And fuck the fame, I'm way too player for the industry (Uh-huh)

And fuck these lames, I'm way too player to let 'em get to me (Let's go)

I'm one of one out here, ain't none of these niggas cut like me (Uh-huh)

I keep this shit in the family, none of these niggas cut like us (Cut like us)

I built this shit from nothin', can't none of these niggas fuck with me (Yeah)

They seein' I dropped my nuts out here (Yeah)

They want me to pick my nuts back up (Nah)

These niggas scared of another alpha male, I don't feel y'all (I don't feel)

Even if I'm the brokest nigga in the room, I'm still a big dawg (Rr)

Bitch-ass niggas out here hidin' behind their status

'Cause that's the only thing they got left

If it wasn't for that, the world wouldn't feel y'all

Yeah, I see through you niggas

These stupid-ass niggas forgot I got plenty sense

Think they can just rap on songs and shoot at niggas (Ah)

All of y'all some foolish niggas

Tell me how the fuck it feel to follow behind a followin'-ass nigga on a computer, nigga

All of y'all some sheep-ass niggas, these niggas gullible

Don't mind you, know I don't fuck with you if I don't fuck with you (Uh-huh)

Remind me to keep it real and be myself 'cause all these other niggas need help

I got this rap shit in a brown bag like a Lunchable, nigga, fuck you

Yeah, fuck with him, nigga

They can't fuck with me, you know what I'm sayin'?

I'ma just gon' leave that one right there, that's just dead on that

You know what I'm sayin'? I ain't gonna give too much of this pimpin' away for free now

You know what I'm sayin'?

I just feel like, you know, when situations like this present themselves, man

And people try to, you know, assassinate your character, man

And assassinate who you are, man

And everything you put that hard work in for, man

Sometimes you gotta demonstrate, you know, that's how I came here

And I don't mind demonstratin'

I don't mind exercisin', you dig what I'm sayin'?

I should start rappin' again, like this right here, like, check this out, look

I don't need your flowers, nigga, I grew my own

I own a nine-acre estate and a fuckin' mansion, nigga, I'm cool at home

I don't want your bitch, my nigga, I'm cool with mines

She got that surgery tryna turn herself to a quarter but I'm cool with dimes

I don't wanna be like y'all niggas, I'm cool with me

I knew I was that nigga before I had all these millions, cars and jewelry

These niggas ain't foolin' me

It ain't no fuckin' way they stand on ten toes and never fold

Nigga, if you was me

And I stand on that, nigga

Yeah, that's mothafuckin' facts, nigga

It's only one of me, nigga, it's only one of him

Baby Jesus A-K-A DaBaby, niggas ain't cut like me (Huh?)

Believe that, niggas is not cut like me (Yeah)

And I can do this shit in my muhfuckin' sleep

I can do this shit when I want, man, you know

Sometimes you just gotta demonstrate, yeah

Yeah, I'ma take whatever come with this shit, you know what I'm sayin'? (Let's go)

I'ma stand on that too, I'ma step on you

Move out the motherfuckin' way, that bitch already done

I'm gon'-I'm gon step on shit, don't play with me, go

Funk Flex (#Freestyle196) lyrics - DaBaby

Look

I got plenty game, shout out my nigga 50

Seem like these other big homies, they're afraid to kick it with me

They was on my dick when I was on Billboard out here killing niggas

I was curving hoes, but I had to fool y'all niggas bitches with me

One thing you know I never be nigga that's scared of y'all

I be ready to let it off

You would think I fuck with queen Latifah the way I set it off

You would think the chance I take is cheap the way I bet it all

You wouldn't think I go play in the league, I was never scared to ball

You would think I was 50 in the flesh, the way I stand on shit

I can afford to have 5 bad seasons, the way I was ahead of y'all

When I first signed I ain't even looked at the contract

This time I read it all

You would think I got an extra heart in my back pocket

The way I handle losses

You know you gotta grind like me or get lost bitch

'Cause your man a boss

I don't hate on niggas when I got the camera on, no

I want a camera off, she got some good hair and some pretty ass skin, yeah, Like Diana Ross

When she throw the pussy, I go along and catch it, yeah

Like Randy Moss

And baby prime time, I should play for JSU

I don't care how much they say I love you, y'all never think it's true

I think about switching up my Maybach trip by the Painted Blues

Just hopped up out that bitch, doing my two-step, they gon' think I'm snoop

Like fuck the world and I'mma stand on it, they gon' think I'm Pac

I'm Will Smith when he got on that stage and slapped Chris Rock

Like fuck security 'cause I'mma rock out if they ride or not

I'm Curtis Jackson today, he lie dancing the bottom shots

I'm Nipsey Hussle at the shop center today, he checked the rat

I'm the boy at home that's watching this, that's prolly scared to rap

I'm the one that went took off the plug, them niggas was scared to trap

I'm the one that showed everybody love, them niggas was scared of that

Tried to turn me into pop star, forgetting that I'm a pop off on any nigga

Try me, I gotta make it hotter than hot sauce on Billboard with them young niggas, still sitting outside my opp house, I'm the only one with the most to lose but the first to one to let the shots off

Nigga you was riding up a shotgun and you ain't even let your Glock off

Ungrateful ass niggas, no it ain't me, niggas knockoffs

Had to switch up on niggas went took a plan B, I'm good without y'all

Had the ungrateful ass niggas in the family, I had to walk off

And you know the way that they did me was dead wrong, but nigga don't feel bad for me

'Cause I was hottest in the game, I made them bring that bag to me

And I love my first daughter so much that I went and had me three

Then I took two years to drop new music now my fans mad at me

And they gon' say I'm promoting shooting, when I rap 'bout casualties

And it prolly don't make no sense to you, but it's my reality

So take a step in my shoes, ready to smash on any nigga that play with you or try you

Hope you wanna live and support your kids the way that I do

'Cause if not nigga you dog food

Finna treat all you niggas like I don't fuck with you

The way the loud dude

Be the one to choose the way you go nigga when it's time

They way the judge do

Free docs, that my lil brother G

You ain't them then fuck you nigga

(You know I'm saying, yeah, yeah ,yeah, yeah)

(Lemme go melodic, yeah)

You can run up on me if you want to

Nigga you can run up on me if you -, yeah, Go

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)

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