Okay, now f*ck that, go again, okay
I'ma let her do a thing on the internet and f*ck that ho again
It's too hot right now, we can't ride around with all of that
F*ck that, load 'em in (yeah)
Baby On Baby 2, nigga, this the intro
Everybody turnt at my shows again
Yeah, bitch, I'm still number one, what the f*ck niggas thought? (what niggas think?)
This bitch right here bulletproof
I got a M in this bitch, it's a motherf*ckin' bar (it's a M)
I could still get you hit, I'm the boss (yeah)
Shit, he ain't never knew
Know how many times a nigga fell down and shook off a loss? (I ain't trippin')
I'm somewhere with somethin' fine
Givin' her dick on the couch with my dick in your mouth
These niggas hoes, I'm all the way round (All the way up)
All this shit niggas' braggin' 'bout
Nigga, I ain't trippin' on that, 'cause I bought it already
All my hoes call me they daddy
I'm in the drive-thru, a Chick-fil-A breakfast in the Rolls Royce
Askin' for condiments heavy
I just got mad at the nigga (what the f*ck, man?)
'Cause he gave me grape and I asked him for strawberry jelly (what the f*ck, man?)
Bitch, doin' too much, hope you have a good day (what happened?)
She quit playin', I roll and I cut 'em
Come through with her, I thought I had me a bae
Can't help it, bitch, I keep it gutter
Bitch, I'm a gentleman
I put this Louis V jacket on the 'Gram just to cover up her
But you ain't finna play with me, you know it's Baby
Gon' f*ck on them hoes and gon' get him some money, nigga
Yeah, Baby On Baby 2
Okay, now f*ck that, go again, okay
I'ma let her do a thing on the internet and f*ck that ho' again (yeah, yeah, you know, you know that's still my bitch, nigga)
It's too hot right now, we can't ride around with all of that
F*ck that, load 'em in (yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout , haha)
Baby On Baby 2, nigga, this the intro (two, two, two)
Everybody turnt at my shows again (two, nigga)
Tell her "Two"
Wanna f*ck with me, bitch, come with two (come with two)
I'm a dog, I'ma do what I do (I'ma)
Oh, you got it like that? Tell her "Woof"
Got a gun in here, now I'ma shoot (I'ma , ooh)
Shine a lil' NBA, we can woo (we can woo)
I'ma f*ck on 'em all, I'ma swoop, nigga, swish (Swish)
Know on albums, that nigga don't miss (Let's go)
We can all f*ck, I don't trip
Nigga always gon' get him a bitch (mm-hmm)
Nigga, I'm sittin' courtside, poppin' my shit
Spillin' my popcorn, photographers' diggin' my fit
You know how I'm comin, I'm hittin' this niggas' bitch
Them niggas hittin' my bitch
Whoop me a nigga, stick switch on the stick
They thought I got it, my bag 2019, I ain't even gettin' this shit
Quit lookin' for that, this as real as it get
I'm in the rearview ridin' with that bitch in my hand
I could never get killed in the whip
Still ain't nann nigga sicker than this
Thought Baby fell off, bitch, I'm flippin' the script
You know that (now turn me up, nigga, let's go)
Okay, now f*ck that, go again, okay
I'ma let her do a thing on the internet and f*ck that ho again
It's too hot right now, we can't ride around with all of that
F*ck that, load 'em in (you know what I'm sayin', nigga? Yeah)
Baby On Baby 2, nigga, this the intro (Baby On Baby 2, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?)
Everybody turnt at my shows again
Yeah, f*ck that, I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna talk, nigga
Mmm-mmm, I don't wanna talk
Come on, let's go to the next song
DaBaby - Baby on Baby 2 Album Lyrics
DaBaby - Baby on Baby 2 Lyrics
Writer: Adam Gamble, Anthony Mosley, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Michael Ferrell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
DROP DAT DISS
That's my bitch, she gon' drop that diss (that's my bitch)
And come suck the clout out my dick (yeah, ho')
Shorty gon' live her lie
Then ask me if she can come swallow my spit (yeah, honestly)
Honestly, the kid on fire
Heart been cold and I ain't tryna get fixed (oh, no)
I'm the one that let shit slide (800Kay got them beats, coach)
'Cause ain't no mercy when a nigga get pissed, let's go
F*ckin' all her fake-ass friends
The same type of bitches that'll call her sis, yeah
Shorty couldn't take her lick (uh-huh)
But shorty sure can take that dick (yeah)
She gon 'live on my dick for a lifetime
I should make the cap ho pay my rent (pay my rent)
Whatever I say, I get
Shorty know Baby don't take no shit
I can't buy my clothes, let 'em get all the lies out
I got everythin' I need at the crib
I can sit back and treat this big bitch like a hideout
Bitch, you know I'm outside like it's nothin'
I'm waitin' on these niggas to come see what this fire 'bout
Got this thing from the country
So bad, her lil' fine ass need to be put up in timeout
She like, "Baby, quit droppin' your eyebrows"
Baby, you ain't got it all, step my ass up all night
And come step, you can blame it on the Adderall
Thought I fell off, niggas crazy
Came back bombin' on niggas, guess I still got it after all
Boy, that nigga sick, he need some soup and some Tylenol
Fire on your ass, rockin' sock tomorrow
I'm in Chuck E. Cheese playin' with my daughter
I said it all now, my daughters know Daddy ain't nice at all
I've been turnt up since high school, nigga
I've been gettin' money since a teen
I made so much money off of weed, pulled up in a Beamer
Mama thought I had cocaine and icy talk
Now Mama Baby sell weed
Baby got pounds, Baby got sticks with extensions
Baby got bands, a trap anaconda one time
Baby f*ck big booty bitches
That's my bitch, she gon' drop that diss (that's my bitch)
And come suck the clout out my dick (yeah, ho)
Shorty gon' live her lie
Then ask me if she can come swallow my spit (yeah, honestly)
Honestly, the kid on fire
Heart been cold and I ain't tryna get fixed
I'm the one that let shit slide
'Cause ain't no mercy when a nigga get pissed, let's go
And come suck the clout out my dick (yeah, ho')
Shorty gon' live her lie
Then ask me if she can come swallow my spit (yeah, honestly)
Honestly, the kid on fire
Heart been cold and I ain't tryna get fixed (oh, no)
I'm the one that let shit slide (800Kay got them beats, coach)
'Cause ain't no mercy when a nigga get pissed, let's go
F*ckin' all her fake-ass friends
The same type of bitches that'll call her sis, yeah
Shorty couldn't take her lick (uh-huh)
But shorty sure can take that dick (yeah)
She gon 'live on my dick for a lifetime
I should make the cap ho pay my rent (pay my rent)
Whatever I say, I get
Shorty know Baby don't take no shit
I can't buy my clothes, let 'em get all the lies out
I got everythin' I need at the crib
I can sit back and treat this big bitch like a hideout
Bitch, you know I'm outside like it's nothin'
I'm waitin' on these niggas to come see what this fire 'bout
Got this thing from the country
So bad, her lil' fine ass need to be put up in timeout
She like, "Baby, quit droppin' your eyebrows"
Baby, you ain't got it all, step my ass up all night
And come step, you can blame it on the Adderall
Thought I fell off, niggas crazy
Came back bombin' on niggas, guess I still got it after all
Boy, that nigga sick, he need some soup and some Tylenol
Fire on your ass, rockin' sock tomorrow
I'm in Chuck E. Cheese playin' with my daughter
I said it all now, my daughters know Daddy ain't nice at all
I've been turnt up since high school, nigga
I've been gettin' money since a teen
I made so much money off of weed, pulled up in a Beamer
Mama thought I had cocaine and icy talk
Now Mama Baby sell weed
Baby got pounds, Baby got sticks with extensions
Baby got bands, a trap anaconda one time
Baby f*ck big booty bitches
That's my bitch, she gon' drop that diss (that's my bitch)
And come suck the clout out my dick (yeah, ho)
Shorty gon' live her lie
Then ask me if she can come swallow my spit (yeah, honestly)
Honestly, the kid on fire
Heart been cold and I ain't tryna get fixed
I'm the one that let shit slide
'Cause ain't no mercy when a nigga get pissed, let's go
Writer: Caleb Tasker Shannon, Ivan Pitesa, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Tahj Morgan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
BOOGEYMAN
You play with me, oh, God damn
Shut the lights off, boogeyman (oh lord, Jetson made another one)
You played with me, that shit was childish
The day before she said that Tory Lanez shot her
I was f*ckin on Megan Thee Stallion
Waited to say that shit on my next album
Hit it the day before too
But I kept it player, I ain't say nothing 'bout it
Had her pretty boy boyfriend tweeting me
Ready to die 'bout the bitch like a coward
I told you niggas don't play, now you gone have to handle me
I poked the motherf*cking bear, I'm a animal
Rock out on you, make you dance like Diana
I'm having hoes that's gone do what I say
They are not gonna argue with me, they got manners
They not coming in with that phone, don't do cameras
I ain't in the mood to be taking no pictures
I'm way too smooth, having my way with the bitches
You don't wanna be on my shitlist
I'm having bitches on bitches
I'm having bitches who blood, uh huh
Yeah, I'm having bitches who crippin
I ain't tripping nigga, baby don't bang
Uh-huh, big forty and a crazy ass chain
Nigga, don't walk up on me with that mask on your face
Get your shit blown off, nigga, baby don't play
Walk on my shit, this that Baby On Baby
I think I'm the shit you can blame it on bae
I'm ready to blow every time I pull out
You can come and find out, bitch, I stay where I stay (yeah, yeah)
Whip cold and it came with the skates
Project baby, bitch I step out the lake
Bitch made niggas, know a hater gon' hate
They ain't f*cking with Jonathan, mama
You play with me (play with me), oh God damn (oh God damn)
Shut the lights off (lights off), boogeyman (boogeyman)
You play with me (play with me), oh God damn (oh God damn)
Cut the lights off (lights off), boogeyman (boogeyman)
I know these rapping ass niggas be hating (uh, uh)
But they can't do shit with me mama
I put on two chains and six bracelets (yeah, yeah)
Play, I'm gon' bring the bitch right up out 'em
Yeah, I'm in the whip getting top
I like my bitch from the bottom
You think you cut like me, lil nigga you're not
This lil' bitch that I'm with is a model
The first one of you f*ck niggas play
I'm gon' get four more seats to your next show
And come blow one of you f*ck niggas down on the stage
The day you call my bluff, that's the day you gone lay
I was at Rolling Loud shutting down the whole damn show
Tried to make me have a problem with gays?
Mixed up my words, made a nigga lose a whole thirty million
Now I'm back and I'mma say what I say
Bitch nigga you done
You play with me (play with me), oh God damn (oh God damn)
Shut the lights off (lights off), boogeyman (boogeyman)
You play with me (play with me), oh God damn (oh God damn)
Cut the lights off (lights off), boogeyman (boogeyman)
You play with me (play with me), oh God damn (oh God damn) (I don't know what)
Shut the lights off (lights off) (why you f*ckin' lyin'?)
Make niggas wanna play with me, man, you know?
I just be mindin' my business, you know how I'm comin'
Hundred miles and runnin', Baby (boogeyman
Shut the lights off, boogeyman (oh lord, Jetson made another one)
You played with me, that shit was childish
The day before she said that Tory Lanez shot her
I was f*ckin on Megan Thee Stallion
Waited to say that shit on my next album
Hit it the day before too
But I kept it player, I ain't say nothing 'bout it
Had her pretty boy boyfriend tweeting me
Ready to die 'bout the bitch like a coward
I told you niggas don't play, now you gone have to handle me
I poked the motherf*cking bear, I'm a animal
Rock out on you, make you dance like Diana
I'm having hoes that's gone do what I say
They are not gonna argue with me, they got manners
They not coming in with that phone, don't do cameras
I ain't in the mood to be taking no pictures
I'm way too smooth, having my way with the bitches
You don't wanna be on my shitlist
I'm having bitches on bitches
I'm having bitches who blood, uh huh
Yeah, I'm having bitches who crippin
I ain't tripping nigga, baby don't bang
Uh-huh, big forty and a crazy ass chain
Nigga, don't walk up on me with that mask on your face
Get your shit blown off, nigga, baby don't play
Walk on my shit, this that Baby On Baby
I think I'm the shit you can blame it on bae
I'm ready to blow every time I pull out
You can come and find out, bitch, I stay where I stay (yeah, yeah)
Whip cold and it came with the skates
Project baby, bitch I step out the lake
Bitch made niggas, know a hater gon' hate
They ain't f*cking with Jonathan, mama
You play with me (play with me), oh God damn (oh God damn)
Shut the lights off (lights off), boogeyman (boogeyman)
You play with me (play with me), oh God damn (oh God damn)
Cut the lights off (lights off), boogeyman (boogeyman)
I know these rapping ass niggas be hating (uh, uh)
But they can't do shit with me mama
I put on two chains and six bracelets (yeah, yeah)
Play, I'm gon' bring the bitch right up out 'em
Yeah, I'm in the whip getting top
I like my bitch from the bottom
You think you cut like me, lil nigga you're not
This lil' bitch that I'm with is a model
The first one of you f*ck niggas play
I'm gon' get four more seats to your next show
And come blow one of you f*ck niggas down on the stage
The day you call my bluff, that's the day you gone lay
I was at Rolling Loud shutting down the whole damn show
Tried to make me have a problem with gays?
Mixed up my words, made a nigga lose a whole thirty million
Now I'm back and I'mma say what I say
Bitch nigga you done
You play with me (play with me), oh God damn (oh God damn)
Shut the lights off (lights off), boogeyman (boogeyman)
You play with me (play with me), oh God damn (oh God damn)
Cut the lights off (lights off), boogeyman (boogeyman)
You play with me (play with me), oh God damn (oh God damn) (I don't know what)
Shut the lights off (lights off) (why you f*ckin' lyin'?)
Make niggas wanna play with me, man, you know?
I just be mindin' my business, you know how I'm comin'
Hundred miles and runnin', Baby (boogeyman
Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Joseph Grant Langston, Marcus Williams, Tahj Morgan, Tyrese McGriff
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
SOCKS
County, 9-1-1, what's the address of
Sir is there any serious bleeding
I said yes, bro
Okay, is he completely alert?
Is he what?
Is he completely alert?
Do you hear him? Do you not hear this man, bro?
Sir, I'm asking you, is he completely alert?
He's neutralized (are you with him now?)
He's neutralized until you guys get here
Uh (Pooh, you a fool for this one), yeah, yeah, bitch
I end up hitting that hoe in my socks (go)
(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)
Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that ho in my socks (go)
Popping shit how I pop it, uh
Riding around with that Glock, yeah
Talking shit like my mama (come on)
Ready to hit like my pops (come on)
Come f*ck around with me, f*ck around
You gon' f*ck around, get shot (let's go)
I ain't giving warnings to niggas, I'm stepping
Pull out that forty on niggas and uh
Pull out that forty on niggas and bless 'em
If you good with the Lord then I'll send you to heaven
If not, go to hell, lil' nigga
Trigger happy, I'mma drop shells, lil' nigga (go)
Bond money, we don't f*ck with jail, lil' nigga
Anybody 'round me pay the bail and go get 'em
Hope that hatin' shit working out (uh)
The black and the white people both on my dick 'cause I'm versatile
It's Baby, that nigga you heard about
I f*cked on her, she a squirter now
I like how she talk, I'm in love with her
I'm kidding, say whatever to get that lil' kitty
Niggas ever ain't tripping on titties (uh-uh)
Take this bread and go get me a glizzy
F*ck bitches, get money, got it tatted on my thighs
I see every time a nigga shit
Except the ones that caught the pounds like my first baby mama
And still my lil gangsta give me remy
Bitch, I been player, niggas silly (go)
If she come earning some stripes, I might let her spend the night
Keeping on one of my Nikes, freaking three hoes like a dyke
Yeah, yeah
Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that ho in my socks (let's go)
Popping shit how I pop it, uh (pop it)
Riding around with that Glock, yeah
Talking shit like my mama (mama)
Ready to hit like my pops (come on)
Come f*ck around with me, f*ck around with me
F*ck around, get shot (let's go)
Watch how you talk to me, please, I get angry
I get angry like my brother G (let's go)
I was little, I pissed in the bed
Sleep head to toe with my big brother Reef
I don't care how the f*ck I go out
I bet it won't be 'bout no motherf*cking freak
When I said I go out, I ain't talking 'bout dying
I ain't leaving no sooner than seventy three
I pulled up Chevelle, that's a seventy two
I do everything way better than you
Bitch ass niggas, I ain't caring what you do (uh-uh)
Bitch ass nigga, I ain't scary, I'mma shoot (ooh-ooh)
Bitch get missing, I ain't caring if she cute (bitch)
Nah, for real, probably keep it too real
Ain't no secret, can't keep my lil' chill
Niggas gon' eat dick just to keep that lil' deal
Lost twenty million for keeping it real (twenty mill')
Bitch, I ain't even tripping, I don't give a f*ck about no money (uh-uh)
Long as I can take care of all my children
All of my nieces, nephews, mama, and cousins (uh-huh)
They ain't yelling free Dashmond then it's f*ck 'em
I just shot my bae mama some money, and told her I love her, I'm thuggin
And I end up
Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that ho in my socks (go)
Popping shit how I pop it, uh
Riding around with that Glock (that Glick)
Talking shit like my mama (come on, yeah))
Ready to hit like my pops (hit)
Come f*ck around with me, f*ck around me
F*ck around, get shot, nigga (bitch ass nigga)
(Boom, boom, boom, Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) yeah
Sir is there any serious bleeding
I said yes, bro
Okay, is he completely alert?
Is he what?
Is he completely alert?
Do you hear him? Do you not hear this man, bro?
Sir, I'm asking you, is he completely alert?
He's neutralized (are you with him now?)
He's neutralized until you guys get here
Uh (Pooh, you a fool for this one), yeah, yeah, bitch
I end up hitting that hoe in my socks (go)
(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)
Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that ho in my socks (go)
Popping shit how I pop it, uh
Riding around with that Glock, yeah
Talking shit like my mama (come on)
Ready to hit like my pops (come on)
Come f*ck around with me, f*ck around
You gon' f*ck around, get shot (let's go)
I ain't giving warnings to niggas, I'm stepping
Pull out that forty on niggas and uh
Pull out that forty on niggas and bless 'em
If you good with the Lord then I'll send you to heaven
If not, go to hell, lil' nigga
Trigger happy, I'mma drop shells, lil' nigga (go)
Bond money, we don't f*ck with jail, lil' nigga
Anybody 'round me pay the bail and go get 'em
Hope that hatin' shit working out (uh)
The black and the white people both on my dick 'cause I'm versatile
It's Baby, that nigga you heard about
I f*cked on her, she a squirter now
I like how she talk, I'm in love with her
I'm kidding, say whatever to get that lil' kitty
Niggas ever ain't tripping on titties (uh-uh)
Take this bread and go get me a glizzy
F*ck bitches, get money, got it tatted on my thighs
I see every time a nigga shit
Except the ones that caught the pounds like my first baby mama
And still my lil gangsta give me remy
Bitch, I been player, niggas silly (go)
If she come earning some stripes, I might let her spend the night
Keeping on one of my Nikes, freaking three hoes like a dyke
Yeah, yeah
Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that ho in my socks (let's go)
Popping shit how I pop it, uh (pop it)
Riding around with that Glock, yeah
Talking shit like my mama (mama)
Ready to hit like my pops (come on)
Come f*ck around with me, f*ck around with me
F*ck around, get shot (let's go)
Watch how you talk to me, please, I get angry
I get angry like my brother G (let's go)
I was little, I pissed in the bed
Sleep head to toe with my big brother Reef
I don't care how the f*ck I go out
I bet it won't be 'bout no motherf*cking freak
When I said I go out, I ain't talking 'bout dying
I ain't leaving no sooner than seventy three
I pulled up Chevelle, that's a seventy two
I do everything way better than you
Bitch ass niggas, I ain't caring what you do (uh-uh)
Bitch ass nigga, I ain't scary, I'mma shoot (ooh-ooh)
Bitch get missing, I ain't caring if she cute (bitch)
Nah, for real, probably keep it too real
Ain't no secret, can't keep my lil' chill
Niggas gon' eat dick just to keep that lil' deal
Lost twenty million for keeping it real (twenty mill')
Bitch, I ain't even tripping, I don't give a f*ck about no money (uh-uh)
Long as I can take care of all my children
All of my nieces, nephews, mama, and cousins (uh-huh)
They ain't yelling free Dashmond then it's f*ck 'em
I just shot my bae mama some money, and told her I love her, I'm thuggin
And I end up
Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that ho in my socks (go)
Popping shit how I pop it, uh
Riding around with that Glock (that Glick)
Talking shit like my mama (come on, yeah))
Ready to hit like my pops (hit)
Come f*ck around with me, f*ck around me
F*ck around, get shot, nigga (bitch ass nigga)
(Boom, boom, boom, Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) yeah
Writer: Carlos Lamont Jr Goodwin, Darryl Clemons, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Khaleel Kenyatte Griffin, Tahj Morgan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
NO CONDOM
I will never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever talk to you again
Because you deadass motherf*ckin' wrong, bitch
I know you see me callin' your motherf*ckin' phone
And you ain't answerin', yeah, you got me f*cked up
(Xjay) Yeah, f*cking on her with no condom, yeah
(Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
I be f*cking on her with no, f*cking on her with no
F*cking on her with no, f*cking on her with no (Lets go)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) Let's go nigga, Baby, nigga
Don't need no new baby mamas (Not right now, you know what I'm saying)
Still I be f*cking on her with no condom, oh no
That's how she told me she want it (let's go)
If we do have a kid, she ain't ugly, no
And plus the bitch told me that she love me
I'm talking 'bout she bad too, yeah, bitch got a bag too
Look, I'm only gone do this with you
Bitch, you better not be doing this with all of these niggas
When I first hit you raw
I was through, you was gangsta 'til then now you all in your feelings (me too)
Gotta cut back on calling them bitches (you)
Better not be calling them niggas (bitch, you)
Said you wanted a dog, you gon' get him
Said you wanted a dog, you gon' get him
Bitch, you better make me sit down
I bring this chocolate shit back, bitches, know how I get down
Don't play dumb with me, keep it player
Bitch 'cause I know how you get down too (let's go)
Shit ain't end up working 'round one shit
F*ck it, I'ma spin the block to get 'round two
Ever since I hit you raw last week
I've been having good luck since I been 'round you
Don't need no new baby mamas
Still I be f*cking on her with no condom
That's how she told me she want it (let's go)
If we do have a kid, she ain't ugly, no
And plus the bitch told me she love me (yeah)
I'm talking 'bout she bad too (yeah, yeah), bitch got a bag too (let's go)
Because you deadass motherf*ckin' wrong, bitch
I know you see me callin' your motherf*ckin' phone
And you ain't answerin', yeah, you got me f*cked up
(Xjay) Yeah, f*cking on her with no condom, yeah
(Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
I be f*cking on her with no, f*cking on her with no
F*cking on her with no, f*cking on her with no (Lets go)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one) Let's go nigga, Baby, nigga
Don't need no new baby mamas (Not right now, you know what I'm saying)
Still I be f*cking on her with no condom, oh no
That's how she told me she want it (let's go)
If we do have a kid, she ain't ugly, no
And plus the bitch told me that she love me
I'm talking 'bout she bad too, yeah, bitch got a bag too
Look, I'm only gone do this with you
Bitch, you better not be doing this with all of these niggas
When I first hit you raw
I was through, you was gangsta 'til then now you all in your feelings (me too)
Gotta cut back on calling them bitches (you)
Better not be calling them niggas (bitch, you)
Said you wanted a dog, you gon' get him
Said you wanted a dog, you gon' get him
Bitch, you better make me sit down
I bring this chocolate shit back, bitches, know how I get down
Don't play dumb with me, keep it player
Bitch 'cause I know how you get down too (let's go)
Shit ain't end up working 'round one shit
F*ck it, I'ma spin the block to get 'round two
Ever since I hit you raw last week
I've been having good luck since I been 'round you
Don't need no new baby mamas
Still I be f*cking on her with no condom
That's how she told me she want it (let's go)
If we do have a kid, she ain't ugly, no
And plus the bitch told me she love me (yeah)
I'm talking 'bout she bad too (yeah, yeah), bitch got a bag too (let's go)
Writer: Andre Harp, Elijah Christian, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Kyle Rogers, Tahj Morgan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
SUMMA DAT
Gimme some turn up (gimme some raw shit)
Gimme some shit that's gon make niggas
Pull out they pistols and commit a murder (summa dat uh)
But only if they got to, oh my God, I shot you
I snuck in this bitch with my burner (with that boom)
Yeah, I'm that nigga they heard of, uh
Givin' out shells, no turtle (800Kay got them beats, coach)
Pullin up Double R, in this bitch swervin'
She didn't wanna do that on Monday, I ain't trippin'
Text back, came and brought me that pussy on Thursday
In this bitch with that blicky, they heard me
Take them balls and she dribble, no jersey
Take that meat and she eat it, no burger (she eat)
(She eat) f*ck with me gotta be freaky, no virgin (no V)
Niggas buying hoes sneakers and purses (can't believe)
Niggas buying hoes sneakers and purses
Two hundred pounds of OG for my verses (two hundred)
And I still got that pussy for free
I ain't paying no ho to f*ck me, bitch, I'm perfect (uh, uh)
Still might get you a flight if you worth it
I been turned down for a minute, I can pay
Have me walk down on a nigga (F*ck em)
He can die now got him got him felons (go)
He get bust down when you spin em (yeah)
If she ain't a slut, gotta get on (gone)
Can I get f*cked when I get home? (Dee)
Cap ass rap niggas just getting juiced (huh?)
I been turned up since a flip phone
If she ain't a slut, gotta get on (gone)
Can I get f*cked when I get home? (yeah)
Lace ya shoes up, put the fit on, nigga
Hoppin' out the truck with that shit on, lookin' like
Gimme some turn up (I need some raw shit)
Gimme some shit that's gon make niggas
Pull out they pistols and commit a murder (summa dat uh)
But only if they got to, oh my God, I shot you
I snuck in this bitch with my burner (boom)
Yeah, I'm that nigga they heard of (yeah, I'm that uh)
Givin' out shells, no turtle
Pullin up Double R, in this bitch swervin' (bitch)
Baby on Baby 2 yeah, yeah, uh, go
Gimme some shit that's gon make niggas
Pull out they pistols and commit a murder (summa dat uh)
But only if they got to, oh my God, I shot you
I snuck in this bitch with my burner (with that boom)
Yeah, I'm that nigga they heard of, uh
Givin' out shells, no turtle (800Kay got them beats, coach)
Pullin up Double R, in this bitch swervin'
She didn't wanna do that on Monday, I ain't trippin'
Text back, came and brought me that pussy on Thursday
In this bitch with that blicky, they heard me
Take them balls and she dribble, no jersey
Take that meat and she eat it, no burger (she eat)
(She eat) f*ck with me gotta be freaky, no virgin (no V)
Niggas buying hoes sneakers and purses (can't believe)
Niggas buying hoes sneakers and purses
Two hundred pounds of OG for my verses (two hundred)
And I still got that pussy for free
I ain't paying no ho to f*ck me, bitch, I'm perfect (uh, uh)
Still might get you a flight if you worth it
I been turned down for a minute, I can pay
Have me walk down on a nigga (F*ck em)
He can die now got him got him felons (go)
He get bust down when you spin em (yeah)
If she ain't a slut, gotta get on (gone)
Can I get f*cked when I get home? (Dee)
Cap ass rap niggas just getting juiced (huh?)
I been turned up since a flip phone
If she ain't a slut, gotta get on (gone)
Can I get f*cked when I get home? (yeah)
Lace ya shoes up, put the fit on, nigga
Hoppin' out the truck with that shit on, lookin' like
Gimme some turn up (I need some raw shit)
Gimme some shit that's gon make niggas
Pull out they pistols and commit a murder (summa dat uh)
But only if they got to, oh my God, I shot you
I snuck in this bitch with my burner (boom)
Yeah, I'm that nigga they heard of (yeah, I'm that uh)
Givin' out shells, no turtle
Pullin up Double R, in this bitch swervin' (bitch)
Baby on Baby 2 yeah, yeah, uh, go
Writer: Caleb Tasker Shannon, Ivan Pitesa, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Tahj Morgan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
STILL
Yeah, yeah, gang
Me and my gang, we (yeah, nigga, we)
Me and my gang, we (yeah, nigga, we)
Don't come around f*ckin' with me and my gang
(Welcome to 1st Class)
Yeah, bitch (Gang, gang)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah
Still with this shit, yeah (yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah
Still with this shit, yeah
Remember we said we were never gon' change?
(Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah
Remember we said we were never gon' change?
We was ahead of the game, you turned your back on your mans like a lame, yeah
Niggas be ready to fold, that's how I know me and them not the same
I'd go to Hell, go to jail 'bout my gang
I'd go to Hell, go to jail 'bout my gang
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah)
Remember we said we were never gon' change?
Still with this shit, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah)
Remember we said we were never gon' change? (Gang)
Yeah, yeah, this not a gang (yeah, nigga)
The only thing I know is family, I ain't tryna give out no rank
How you gon' make an M tryna hate? (Oh)
How you gon' f*ck with bitches but broke?
You must gon' f*ck that bitch 'til she break
How you gon' call that nigga your bro (oh)
Knowing you're tryna steal chips off his plate? (That's not gang)
Plus, I know they wonder why I never break
These niggas hate, but I God on me
I open my door, suicide (yeah)
You my gang, then I want you to ride (Let's go)
Type of nigga they won't let me in with my gang
I just might f*ck around, sit outside
The reason I'm winning, I won't lose my pride
Just me and my gang
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah (yeah, nigga, we )
Still with this shit, yeah (yeah, nigga, we, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah
Still with this shit, yeah
Remember we said we were never gon' change?
(Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah
Remember we said we were never gon' change? (No)
We was ahead of the game, you turned your back on your mans like a lame, yeah
Niggas be ready to fold, that's how I know me and them not the same
I'd go to Hell, go to jail 'bout my gang
I'd go to Hell, go to jail 'bout my gang (yeah)
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga we)
Still with this shit, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, we)
Remember we said we were never gon' change?
Still with this shit, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah)
Remember we said we were never gon' change? (Gang)
Yeah, gang
Me and my gang, we (yeah, nigga, we)
Me and my gang, we (yeah, nigga, we)
Don't come around f*ckin' with me and my gang
(Welcome to 1st Class)
Yeah, bitch (Gang, gang)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah
Still with this shit, yeah (yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah
Still with this shit, yeah
Remember we said we were never gon' change?
(Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah
Remember we said we were never gon' change?
We was ahead of the game, you turned your back on your mans like a lame, yeah
Niggas be ready to fold, that's how I know me and them not the same
I'd go to Hell, go to jail 'bout my gang
I'd go to Hell, go to jail 'bout my gang
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah)
Remember we said we were never gon' change?
Still with this shit, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah)
Remember we said we were never gon' change? (Gang)
Yeah, yeah, this not a gang (yeah, nigga)
The only thing I know is family, I ain't tryna give out no rank
How you gon' make an M tryna hate? (Oh)
How you gon' f*ck with bitches but broke?
You must gon' f*ck that bitch 'til she break
How you gon' call that nigga your bro (oh)
Knowing you're tryna steal chips off his plate? (That's not gang)
Plus, I know they wonder why I never break
These niggas hate, but I God on me
I open my door, suicide (yeah)
You my gang, then I want you to ride (Let's go)
Type of nigga they won't let me in with my gang
I just might f*ck around, sit outside
The reason I'm winning, I won't lose my pride
Just me and my gang
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah (yeah, nigga, we )
Still with this shit, yeah (yeah, nigga, we, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah
Still with this shit, yeah
Remember we said we were never gon' change?
(Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah
Remember we said we were never gon' change? (No)
We was ahead of the game, you turned your back on your mans like a lame, yeah
Niggas be ready to fold, that's how I know me and them not the same
I'd go to Hell, go to jail 'bout my gang
I'd go to Hell, go to jail 'bout my gang (yeah)
(Oh, yeah, yeah)
Still with this shit, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga we)
Still with this shit, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga, we)
Remember we said we were never gon' change?
Still with this shit, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah)
Remember we said we were never gon' change? (Gang)
Yeah, gang
Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Khaleel Kenyatte Griffin, Marcus Williams, Tahj Morgan, Tyrese McGriff
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
ACT THAT HARD
Yeah, yeah
Please put your seatbelt on for me, please
All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars
Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad
Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?
Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?
(All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars)
(Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad)
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)
She wanna eat me in traffic (Sweet, come on)
I wasn't even trappin' on that
'Cause I honestly just got her number last week (Mm-hmm)
I wasn't even tryna f*ck, I was sleep (Like)
She don't even wanna trick, she a boss (A boss)
She don't even like to cuss, she a lady (She, ayy)
She don't let niggas f*ck, niggas lazy (Uh-huh)
She won't even let me f*ck, 'cause I'm Baby
Shit, I'm good either way, 'cause I'm player
And she know I ain't trippin' on shit, got wounds in my back
Been stabbed by the people that I loved
More than the people I call haters
I've been through that shit, it can't phase me
I think I got numb, it feel just like somebody tased me
In traffic right now, I'm with her and, yeah, I got a gun
Wherever I go, I'ma take it
All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars (Yeah)
Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (Yeah)
Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?
Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?
(All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars) Ayy
(Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) Ayy
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)
All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars
Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad
Catch me out in traffic with a freak (Yeah)
Catch me out in traffic with that heat (Uh-huh)
Catch me out in traffic with a badass bitch
That love gangsta shit way more than me (Yeah)
Hoppin' out the car with her bad ass (Uh)
Never trust a smile with a fat ass (Go)
Jonathan was always good with the numbers
Wasn't worried 'bout nann, clap him out class
Lookin' at the niggas that I ran past (Yeah, go)
Shittin' on these niggas, I'm a damn ass (Yeah, come on)
And I ain't tryna change not a goddamn thing 'bout me
For you, who used to kiss my damn ass
Sittin' at the Grammys, yeah, I let my f*ckin' pants sag
(They ain't f*ckin' with Jonathan, nigga)
(All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars) Yeah
(Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) Yeah
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)
All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars (Ayy)
Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (Ayy)
Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?
Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?
(All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars) Woah
(Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) Woah
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?) Woah
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)
Yeah
Please put your seatbelt on for me, please
All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars
Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad
Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?
Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?
(All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars)
(Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad)
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)
She wanna eat me in traffic (Sweet, come on)
I wasn't even trappin' on that
'Cause I honestly just got her number last week (Mm-hmm)
I wasn't even tryna f*ck, I was sleep (Like)
She don't even wanna trick, she a boss (A boss)
She don't even like to cuss, she a lady (She, ayy)
She don't let niggas f*ck, niggas lazy (Uh-huh)
She won't even let me f*ck, 'cause I'm Baby
Shit, I'm good either way, 'cause I'm player
And she know I ain't trippin' on shit, got wounds in my back
Been stabbed by the people that I loved
More than the people I call haters
I've been through that shit, it can't phase me
I think I got numb, it feel just like somebody tased me
In traffic right now, I'm with her and, yeah, I got a gun
Wherever I go, I'ma take it
All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars (Yeah)
Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (Yeah)
Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?
Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?
(All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars) Ayy
(Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) Ayy
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)
All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars
Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad
Catch me out in traffic with a freak (Yeah)
Catch me out in traffic with that heat (Uh-huh)
Catch me out in traffic with a badass bitch
That love gangsta shit way more than me (Yeah)
Hoppin' out the car with her bad ass (Uh)
Never trust a smile with a fat ass (Go)
Jonathan was always good with the numbers
Wasn't worried 'bout nann, clap him out class
Lookin' at the niggas that I ran past (Yeah, go)
Shittin' on these niggas, I'm a damn ass (Yeah, come on)
And I ain't tryna change not a goddamn thing 'bout me
For you, who used to kiss my damn ass
Sittin' at the Grammys, yeah, I let my f*ckin' pants sag
(They ain't f*ckin' with Jonathan, nigga)
(All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars) Yeah
(Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) Yeah
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)
All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars (Ayy)
Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (Ayy)
Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?
Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?
(All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars) Woah
(Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) Woah
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?) Woah
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)
Yeah
Writer: Benjamin McGregor Wilson, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Louis Yung, Mathias Daniel Liyew
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
KEEP IT CUTE
I keep it cute when she "Hi" to me
Hop out a new one, yeah
Ayy (that ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
(Ayy, get that baby out the street)
I keep it cute when she "Hi" to me (yeah)
I couldn't do it, I'm way out her league
My life a movie, I ain't got to dream
Hop out a new one, it ain't got a key
Hop out a new one
Hop out a new one, ain't got a key
Ain't got a, yeah
Ain't got a, uh
I keep it cute when she "Hi" to me
Yeah, I barely even speak
I barely even blink, I do me, I barely even think
Ah goddamn, I got something in my eye
She asked why, 'cause I barely even wink
So either one or two things, you different
But my eyelashes f*ckin' up my pimpin'
They like how I do it, they asking me how
Copy my music, they jackin' my style
She a lil' cutie, I crack her a smile
I give it to her, she ain't backing down
Pressure, you look good as hell in that lil' dress
But I ain't gone sweat you
You do it good, but I do this shit best (go)
I keep it cute when she say "Hi" to me
I couldn't do it, I'm way out her league
My life a movie, I ain't got to dream
Hop out a new one, it ain't got a key
Hop out a new one
Hop out a new one, ain't got a key
Hop out a new one, ain't got a, yeah
Ain't got a, uh
Hop out a new one, barely even having on Gucci, barely even having on Louis
Barely even having on Prada, you ain't from the bottom
Barely, I was having on nada
Any lil' nigga from the ghetto, the only dream he got
Is get rich and take care of mama, yeah
And yeah, bitch, I'm taking care of mama
Dare a nigga take something, pop 'em
Real nigga, can't fold
I was lit with a bankroll
F*cking up my groove but it can't stop shit
Pull up with your boo with a Draco
Pressure, you look good as hell in that lil' dress
But I ain't gon' sweat you
You do it good, but I do this shit best
I keep it cute when she "Hi" to me
I couldn't do it, I'm way out her league
My life a movie, I ain't got a dream
Hop out a new one, it ain't got a key
Hop out a new one
Hop out a new one, ain't got a key
Hop out a new one, ain't got a, yeah
Ain't got a, uh
I keep it cute when she "Hi" to me
I could 't 't do it, I'm way out her league
My life a movie, I ain't got to dream
Hop out a new one, it ain't got a key
Hop out a new one
Hop out a new one, ain't got a key
Hop out a new one, ain't got a, yeah
Yeah
Hop out a new one, yeah
Ayy (that ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
(Ayy, get that baby out the street)
I keep it cute when she "Hi" to me (yeah)
I couldn't do it, I'm way out her league
My life a movie, I ain't got to dream
Hop out a new one, it ain't got a key
Hop out a new one
Hop out a new one, ain't got a key
Ain't got a, yeah
Ain't got a, uh
I keep it cute when she "Hi" to me
Yeah, I barely even speak
I barely even blink, I do me, I barely even think
Ah goddamn, I got something in my eye
She asked why, 'cause I barely even wink
So either one or two things, you different
But my eyelashes f*ckin' up my pimpin'
They like how I do it, they asking me how
Copy my music, they jackin' my style
She a lil' cutie, I crack her a smile
I give it to her, she ain't backing down
Pressure, you look good as hell in that lil' dress
But I ain't gone sweat you
You do it good, but I do this shit best (go)
I keep it cute when she say "Hi" to me
I couldn't do it, I'm way out her league
My life a movie, I ain't got to dream
Hop out a new one, it ain't got a key
Hop out a new one
Hop out a new one, ain't got a key
Hop out a new one, ain't got a, yeah
Ain't got a, uh
Hop out a new one, barely even having on Gucci, barely even having on Louis
Barely even having on Prada, you ain't from the bottom
Barely, I was having on nada
Any lil' nigga from the ghetto, the only dream he got
Is get rich and take care of mama, yeah
And yeah, bitch, I'm taking care of mama
Dare a nigga take something, pop 'em
Real nigga, can't fold
I was lit with a bankroll
F*cking up my groove but it can't stop shit
Pull up with your boo with a Draco
Pressure, you look good as hell in that lil' dress
But I ain't gon' sweat you
You do it good, but I do this shit best
I keep it cute when she "Hi" to me
I couldn't do it, I'm way out her league
My life a movie, I ain't got a dream
Hop out a new one, it ain't got a key
Hop out a new one
Hop out a new one, ain't got a key
Hop out a new one, ain't got a, yeah
Ain't got a, uh
I keep it cute when she "Hi" to me
I could 't 't do it, I'm way out her league
My life a movie, I ain't got to dream
Hop out a new one, it ain't got a key
Hop out a new one
Hop out a new one, ain't got a key
Hop out a new one, ain't got a, yeah
Yeah
Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Justus Stackhouse
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
ONE MAN ARMY
Yeah
Yeah, I hit it, nigga talkin', I don't even, uh
Yeah, no (that ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Yeah, I hit it, uh
(oh, Lord, Jetson made another one) Yeah, look
Yeah, I hear these niggas talkin', I don't feel it
Keep it real with me, you is not a real nigga
Walkin' light, your advice, I don't listen
Standin' on business, stayin' out of my feelings
Ain't a killer, but lil' nigga don't push me
'Cause any nigga push me, I'ma turn into a killer
Just enlisted in a one-man army
All you need is some balls and a gun to be a member
I'm ready to slang
I'm gon' let that bitch bang, bitch, I'm ready to bang
And I been that lil' nigga, I hear hoes bringin' pistols
'Fore I ever was famous
A lil' nigga been trippin', my lil' bitch trippin' too
Got a thick lil' replacement
Sold plenty of pounds, before I rapped a word
Now I spend a brick on my bracelet (uh-huh)
I'ma make niggas pick up they gangs (talk to 'em)
I'ma make niggas take care they kids (uh-huh)
I'ma make niggas use 'em lil' guns in they videos
Knowin' they ain't slangin' shit (let's go)
I'ma thug it, we heard she loyal
If anything change, I'ma switch out my bitch
And I'ma watch everything that's around me
If niggas ain't right, I'ma switch out the clip (Yeah)
Yeah, I hear these niggas talkin', I don't feel it
Keep it real with me, you is not a real nigga
Walkin' light, your advice, I don't listen
Standin' on business, stayin' out of my feelings
Ain't a killer, but lil' nigga don't push me
'Cause any nigga push me, I'ma turn into a killer
Just enlisted in a one-man army
All you need is some balls and a gun to be a member (nigga)
You know I wish some of you niggas love me
The way I love you, man, you know what I'm sayin'? (Niggas envious)
But I understand everybody heart, everybody mind, you know what I'm sayin'?
Everybody soul ain't set up the same, I'm one of them, you know?
If you ready to die, I'm ready to kill, you know what I'm sayin'?
On the other hand, you know, if you still willin' to try, you know
I'm ready to help you live, nigga (oh-oh)
I relent, you know what I mean?
I stand ten toes down
I got words when you found me, nigga or bitch
Yeah, I hear these niggas talkin', I don't feel it
Keep it real with me, you is not a real nigga
Walkin' light, your advice, I don't listen
Standin' on business, stayin' out of my feelings
Ain't a killer, but lil' nigga don't push it
'Cause any nigga push me, I'ma turn into a killer
Just enlisted in a one-man army
All you need is some balls and a gun to be a member, bitch
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Yeah, I hit it, nigga talkin', I don't even, uh
Yeah, no (that ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Yeah, I hit it, uh
(oh, Lord, Jetson made another one) Yeah, look
Yeah, I hear these niggas talkin', I don't feel it
Keep it real with me, you is not a real nigga
Walkin' light, your advice, I don't listen
Standin' on business, stayin' out of my feelings
Ain't a killer, but lil' nigga don't push me
'Cause any nigga push me, I'ma turn into a killer
Just enlisted in a one-man army
All you need is some balls and a gun to be a member
I'm ready to slang
I'm gon' let that bitch bang, bitch, I'm ready to bang
And I been that lil' nigga, I hear hoes bringin' pistols
'Fore I ever was famous
A lil' nigga been trippin', my lil' bitch trippin' too
Got a thick lil' replacement
Sold plenty of pounds, before I rapped a word
Now I spend a brick on my bracelet (uh-huh)
I'ma make niggas pick up they gangs (talk to 'em)
I'ma make niggas take care they kids (uh-huh)
I'ma make niggas use 'em lil' guns in they videos
Knowin' they ain't slangin' shit (let's go)
I'ma thug it, we heard she loyal
If anything change, I'ma switch out my bitch
And I'ma watch everything that's around me
If niggas ain't right, I'ma switch out the clip (Yeah)
Yeah, I hear these niggas talkin', I don't feel it
Keep it real with me, you is not a real nigga
Walkin' light, your advice, I don't listen
Standin' on business, stayin' out of my feelings
Ain't a killer, but lil' nigga don't push me
'Cause any nigga push me, I'ma turn into a killer
Just enlisted in a one-man army
All you need is some balls and a gun to be a member (nigga)
You know I wish some of you niggas love me
The way I love you, man, you know what I'm sayin'? (Niggas envious)
But I understand everybody heart, everybody mind, you know what I'm sayin'?
Everybody soul ain't set up the same, I'm one of them, you know?
If you ready to die, I'm ready to kill, you know what I'm sayin'?
On the other hand, you know, if you still willin' to try, you know
I'm ready to help you live, nigga (oh-oh)
I relent, you know what I mean?
I stand ten toes down
I got words when you found me, nigga or bitch
Yeah, I hear these niggas talkin', I don't feel it
Keep it real with me, you is not a real nigga
Walkin' light, your advice, I don't listen
Standin' on business, stayin' out of my feelings
Ain't a killer, but lil' nigga don't push it
'Cause any nigga push me, I'ma turn into a killer
Just enlisted in a one-man army
All you need is some balls and a gun to be a member, bitch
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Writer: Caleb Tasker Shannon, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Robert Charles McKenzie, Tahj Morgan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
CALL OF DUTY
(yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf*ckin' beat?)
Yeah (oh, nah, you ain't made that motherf*cker)
(Call Of Duty, pass the stick)
(gotta do 'em, crash the whip)
Bitch-ass nigga, go
Call Of Duty, pass the stick
Gotta do 'em, crash the whip
I just slumped him on the drill (uh-huh)
He ain't gotta tell me what happened
I'ma watch on the TV to make sure it's real
Ooh, they got the nigga up out of here
The niggas that step for me, boy, they got skills
You know ain't no checkin' me, nigga, no deal
And ain't no way that I'ma try negotiate
You can go negotiate with niggas in hell (go)
Fire on that nigga, I'ma blam
I keep that fire like it's stuck to my hand (ha)
Oh, he a hothead, he keep that hot shit all over his mind
I'm gon' give him a tan
I'm tryna trick him, I spin a ten on him
I tell my lil' niggas, "Here go them bands"
They gon' pull off like
Call Of Duty, pass the stick (yeah)
Gotta do 'em, crash the whip (go)
I just slumped him on the drill (yeah)
He ain't gotta tell me what happened
I'ma watch on the TV to make sure it's real (go)
Ooh, they got the nigga up out of here
The niggas to step for me, boy, they got skills
You know ain't no checkin' me, nigga, no deal
Yeah, Call Of Duty, pass the stick (yeah)
Gotta do 'em, crash the whip (go)
I just slumped him on the drill (yeah)
He ain't gotta tell me what happened
I'ma watch on the TV to make sure it's real (go)
Ooh, they got the nigga up out of here
The niggas to step for me, boy, they got skills
You know ain't no checkin' me, nigga, no deal (bitch)
(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Yeah (oh, nah, you ain't made that motherf*cker)
(Call Of Duty, pass the stick)
(gotta do 'em, crash the whip)
Bitch-ass nigga, go
Call Of Duty, pass the stick
Gotta do 'em, crash the whip
I just slumped him on the drill (uh-huh)
He ain't gotta tell me what happened
I'ma watch on the TV to make sure it's real
Ooh, they got the nigga up out of here
The niggas that step for me, boy, they got skills
You know ain't no checkin' me, nigga, no deal
And ain't no way that I'ma try negotiate
You can go negotiate with niggas in hell (go)
Fire on that nigga, I'ma blam
I keep that fire like it's stuck to my hand (ha)
Oh, he a hothead, he keep that hot shit all over his mind
I'm gon' give him a tan
I'm tryna trick him, I spin a ten on him
I tell my lil' niggas, "Here go them bands"
They gon' pull off like
Call Of Duty, pass the stick (yeah)
Gotta do 'em, crash the whip (go)
I just slumped him on the drill (yeah)
He ain't gotta tell me what happened
I'ma watch on the TV to make sure it's real (go)
Ooh, they got the nigga up out of here
The niggas to step for me, boy, they got skills
You know ain't no checkin' me, nigga, no deal
Yeah, Call Of Duty, pass the stick (yeah)
Gotta do 'em, crash the whip (go)
I just slumped him on the drill (yeah)
He ain't gotta tell me what happened
I'ma watch on the TV to make sure it's real (go)
Ooh, they got the nigga up out of here
The niggas to step for me, boy, they got skills
You know ain't no checkin' me, nigga, no deal (bitch)
(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Writer: Dondre Moore, Jake Martin, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Liam McAlister, Paul Gachie, Tahj Morgan
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
THATS WHY I CREEP
That's why I creep
And it's only a few of us that get to experience
This journey like this, you know what I'm sayin'?
The ups is up as it can get, you know what I'm sayin'?
And as down as it can get too, you know
It's beautiful
Before a nigga came up, they was waitin' on Baby to blow (Yeah, Baby to blow)
And now I got these f*ck-niggas hatin', they waitin' on Baby to go (Baby to go)
Yeah, that's why I creep, yeah
Only f*ck with real niggas, that's why I ain't deed (That's why I ain't, oh)
My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain't sleep (That's why I ain't sleep, oh)
You can never tell the French, "Come with it", that's why it ain't me (That's why it ain't me)
That's why it ain't me, yeah
I'ma grab a blogsite nigga, hit him, put his face on the floor, why?
Yeah, 'cause y'all niggas' bitches, playin' games with real niggas
No remorse, nigga, cost a lot of real lifelines
Playin' round with a nigga children
Wasn't trippin' on y'all when played with my paper
' Cause I understand that's what comes with it
So I had to grow, get a little more focus
And stop runnin' from pain, had to take it and show it
Had to stand on my name
And everyone that's on my shoulders (can't ever forget how)
Before a nigga came up (Yeah), they was waitin' on Baby to blow (Yeah, waitin' on Baby to blow)
And now I got these f*ck-niggas hatin' (Yeah), they waitin' on Baby to go (Huh? Baby to go, that's why I, what?)
Yeah, that's why I creep, yeah (That's why I creep)
Only f*ck with real niggas, that's why I ain't deed (Only f*ck with real niggas, oh)
My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain' t sleep (That's why I ain't sleep, yeah)
You can never tell the French, "Come with it", that's why it ain't me (That's why it ain't me)
That's why it ain't me, yeah (Oh-oh, oh)
Yes, I, for your FYI, I'm the motherf*ckin' best out
I like women with caramel skin
Like the girl who used to sing with Chilly and Left Eye
Especially ones with brown skin like Chilly and Left Eye
Who pray when I'm stressed out
Baby, can you give me TLC?
I'm on the road alone, I wish you was with me
And, yeah, I see the way they hate on me, like hoes
For leavin', better if they hate, because I'm free (Free)
Uh, football niggas can't hold me
I'm givin' penalties like I'm a referee
I ain't did shit that I ain't already told you
Convinced none of these bitch-ass niggas met a soldier
Convinced none of these bitches never met them a Kirk
It's a good to be true type of nigga, I told you I ain't perfect
You thought that I was, it ain't work
Now you tryna convince the whole world I'm a jerk
And these the everyday struggles of a real nigga
I'm talkin' to good, nigga
Make him off, like a f*ck-nigga
But don't trip and just look different
The shit I've been through need to be in a book, nigga
And more, I done shook niggas
And don't ever judge a book by the way that the cover on it
Or the way that it look, nigga, 'cause
Before a nigga came up (Yeah), they was waitin' on Baby to blow (Yeah, waitin' on Baby to blow)
And now I got these f*ck-niggas hatin' (Yeah), they waitin' on Baby to go (Huh? Baby to go, that's why I , what?)
Yeah, that's why I creep, yeah (That's why I creep)
Only f*ck with real niggas, that's why I ain't deed (Only f*ck with real niggas, oh)
My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain't sleep (That's why I ain't sleep, yeah)
You can never tell the French, "Come with it", that's why it ain't me (That's why it ain't me)
That's why it ain't me, yeah (Oh-oh, oh)
(That's why, oh-oh)
(That's why, oh-oh)
(That's all, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(That's why, that's all, oh-oh)
(Motherf*cker, that's that, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh)
(Creep, oh-oh)
(Only f*ck with real niggas, that's why I ain't deed, oh-oh)
(My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain't sleep, oh-oh)
And it's only a few of us that get to experience
This journey like this, you know what I'm sayin'?
The ups is up as it can get, you know what I'm sayin'?
And as down as it can get too, you know
It's beautiful
Before a nigga came up, they was waitin' on Baby to blow (Yeah, Baby to blow)
And now I got these f*ck-niggas hatin', they waitin' on Baby to go (Baby to go)
Yeah, that's why I creep, yeah
Only f*ck with real niggas, that's why I ain't deed (That's why I ain't, oh)
My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain't sleep (That's why I ain't sleep, oh)
You can never tell the French, "Come with it", that's why it ain't me (That's why it ain't me)
That's why it ain't me, yeah
I'ma grab a blogsite nigga, hit him, put his face on the floor, why?
Yeah, 'cause y'all niggas' bitches, playin' games with real niggas
No remorse, nigga, cost a lot of real lifelines
Playin' round with a nigga children
Wasn't trippin' on y'all when played with my paper
' Cause I understand that's what comes with it
So I had to grow, get a little more focus
And stop runnin' from pain, had to take it and show it
Had to stand on my name
And everyone that's on my shoulders (can't ever forget how)
Before a nigga came up (Yeah), they was waitin' on Baby to blow (Yeah, waitin' on Baby to blow)
And now I got these f*ck-niggas hatin' (Yeah), they waitin' on Baby to go (Huh? Baby to go, that's why I, what?)
Yeah, that's why I creep, yeah (That's why I creep)
Only f*ck with real niggas, that's why I ain't deed (Only f*ck with real niggas, oh)
My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain' t sleep (That's why I ain't sleep, yeah)
You can never tell the French, "Come with it", that's why it ain't me (That's why it ain't me)
That's why it ain't me, yeah (Oh-oh, oh)
Yes, I, for your FYI, I'm the motherf*ckin' best out
I like women with caramel skin
Like the girl who used to sing with Chilly and Left Eye
Especially ones with brown skin like Chilly and Left Eye
Who pray when I'm stressed out
Baby, can you give me TLC?
I'm on the road alone, I wish you was with me
And, yeah, I see the way they hate on me, like hoes
For leavin', better if they hate, because I'm free (Free)
Uh, football niggas can't hold me
I'm givin' penalties like I'm a referee
I ain't did shit that I ain't already told you
Convinced none of these bitch-ass niggas met a soldier
Convinced none of these bitches never met them a Kirk
It's a good to be true type of nigga, I told you I ain't perfect
You thought that I was, it ain't work
Now you tryna convince the whole world I'm a jerk
And these the everyday struggles of a real nigga
I'm talkin' to good, nigga
Make him off, like a f*ck-nigga
But don't trip and just look different
The shit I've been through need to be in a book, nigga
And more, I done shook niggas
And don't ever judge a book by the way that the cover on it
Or the way that it look, nigga, 'cause
Before a nigga came up (Yeah), they was waitin' on Baby to blow (Yeah, waitin' on Baby to blow)
And now I got these f*ck-niggas hatin' (Yeah), they waitin' on Baby to go (Huh? Baby to go, that's why I , what?)
Yeah, that's why I creep, yeah (That's why I creep)
Only f*ck with real niggas, that's why I ain't deed (Only f*ck with real niggas, oh)
My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain't sleep (That's why I ain't sleep, yeah)
You can never tell the French, "Come with it", that's why it ain't me (That's why it ain't me)
That's why it ain't me, yeah (Oh-oh, oh)
(That's why, oh-oh)
(That's why, oh-oh)
(That's all, oh-oh, oh-oh)
(That's why, that's all, oh-oh)
(Motherf*cker, that's that, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh)
(Creep, oh-oh)
(Only f*ck with real niggas, that's why I ain't deed, oh-oh)
(My family gotta get a lil' richer, that's why I ain't sleep, oh-oh)
Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Louis Yung, Mathias Liyew, Othello Houston
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
BLANK
[ Featuring Anthony Hamilton ]
(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Uh, yeah that muthaf*cka sound like a muthaf*ckin'
Uh, alarm clock or some shit, you know
I-it's alertin' you bitch ass niggas that
That I'm the muhf*ckin' best, yeah (Firzt on the track)
The prettiest chocolate nigga alive, yeah all that
(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
I ain't trippin' off another nigga
I'll be straight (huh)
Ain't even got a chance to eat (eat)
I seen you lookin' at my plate (aye)
You know the bitches treat me great (great)
They suck my dick and feed me grapes (grapes)
I'm on my way to get a bag (ah)
I'm f*ckin' up, I'm runnin' late (turn up)
Can't let these niggas slow me down, f*ck waitin' on the label
Had to drop a tape (hey)
I used to trip about bitches f*ckin' up
But I been f*ckin' off so I be straight (yeah)
You saving hoes we need to make a movie 'bout you
Wear your muthaf*ckin' cape (ha, ha)
I tell your hoe we'll make a movie
But we're probably never goin' on a date (aye)
I'm motivated by the money, money motivate me
I always got my mind on it (mind)
I went to jail because I tried to catch a flight
And I forgot I had the iron on me (damn)
I get the shit so cheap you think I drop a ticket
But really threw a extra five on it (five)
And everything a nigga drop be going crazy
Sounding like I took my time on it
Threw a bag on the table, he thought it was ten pounds
But I really put nine on it (ah)
And half of them bitches was fake weed
When he open them up he gon' hate me (ha)
I don't gotta rape bitches, they rape me
Beat a rap nigga up like I'm May B
Throw that Roc in the air like I'm Jay-Z
Got a Glock on me, nine, and I still'll do it
You can't name five niggas in the rap game that can come out with realer music
Standing on anythang that I ever said all alone and I still approve it
You know I shot your homeboy, f*cked your main bitch, robbed your partna, I did that
And still get ya stepped on, the most slept on in the game, don't forget that, bitch
I ain't trippin' off another nigga
I'll be straight (tell these niggas to quit f*ckin' playin' with me)
Ain't even got a chance to eat (man, I'm too raw in this shit, man)
I seen you lookin' at my plate (and i'm the muthaf*ckin' prettiest chocolate nigga alive)
You know the bitches treat me great (what the f*ck they gon do with me? Huh?)
They suck my dick and feed me grapes (what the f*ck they gon do with me?)
I'm on my way to get a bag
I'm f*ckin' up, I'm runnin' late (hey, huh)
I just told my bitch that she gotta learn to be nice to my side bitch
You gotta quit trippin' and callin' me papi (hey)
'Cause all of my other lil bitches don't like it (brrt)
You know I'm a dog, babe, you know that I'm trifling
Been like this forever and you know you used to like it there
Boom on my side and ya I call it my sidekick (boom)
I whip out and shoot it, just do it like Nike
I pull out the swing, that bitch ride on the ground like a ceiling fan (yeah)
Yeah, we take the pound from the middle man (yeah)
I got plenty of haters, got plenty fans (yeah)
But the haters gon' hate, we don't give a damn (ah)
Got my bitch making oodles o' noodles (ha)
Pulled up with that tool and that hookah (ha, ha)
I'm in the pool with a cougar (yeah)
They only cool on computers (turn up)
They told me I look better in real life (okay)
I don't care what a f*ck nigga feel like (yeah)
I just went out to lunch with your bih night (bitch)
Had her back to the crib before midnight (ha)
I think I got more hoes than I realize
I went iced out my Rollie, that's real ice
All in front of her friends and her mamma (ha)
I still grab on her ass 'cause it feel nice
And bitch
I ain't trippin' off another nigga, I'll be straight (straight)
Ain't even got a chance to eat (eat), I seen you lookin' at my plate (plate)
You know the bitches treat me great (great)
They suck my dick and feed me grapes (grapes)
I'm on my way to get a bag (ah)
I'm f*ckin' up, I'm runnin' late
Bitch
And I'm the muthaf*ckin' best rapper man, you know
The best rapper
The muthaf*ckin' realest rock star, the prettiest chocolate nigga alive
Best rapper
I'm all that
(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Anthony Lesean Mosley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
DONT LET EM LIE
Yeah, coward-ass niggas ain't, yeah
Coward-ass niggas ain't, uh, yeah
Coward-ass niggas ain't made up like Baby
Let's go, nigga
This one's for my daughters, nigga
Serenity, Nova, Velour, nigga, mwah, love you
(ATL Jacob, he a f*ckin' millionaire)
Yeah, coward-ass niggas ain't made up like Baby
Kirk, stand on this shit like the dirt (come on)
Stand on this shit like the sole of my shoes
Everyday, I get up, go to work (uh-huh)
Know it's God, I love God, I believe in my God
But I ain't been in nobody church
I stand on the business for me
So the day I go free Uncle Bobby, no motherf*ckin' shirt (no shirt)
Don't be cryin' and byin' no motherf*ckin' flowers
I did my thing while I'm on Earth (uh-huh)
Jonathan was the one that got everything turnt
Niggas played, niggas got burned never
Went sad 'bout a ho
Gave a lot of handouts, made sure everybody worked
I'm the truth, that lil' nigga for real (let's go)
I'm the truth, oh, yeah, lil' nigga, still
My mama ain't drivin' shit, 'less it's a Benz
Ain't crossin' out none of my niggas to win
My brothers can't work for no one but they self
Or I want support, it's already up for my daughter (okay)
And he can go finish my will
But I ain't into talkin' 'bout death with myself or my lawyer
And to my firstborn baby Serenity, keep on lovin' your sisters (yeah)
Keep on bein' that black girl princess, don't ever let none of this get you (mwah)
And to my second-born, blessin' Lil' Nova, keep on runnin' shit over (Lil' Nova)
It don't matter what your daddy said, they say show 'em
Teach 'em how this Kirk shit goin' (yeah, go)
To my youngest born baby Velour, it's so much bullshit around you
And internet shit that don't matter, but I can't ignore
Everythin' about you, I adore
Your sister gon' tell you how we feel about you
'Cause she gon' be nine at the time that you four
No matter what came with my babies
I play like a sport, Daddy, he always came back for more
Yeah, nigga, hol' up, this part for my nephew and my nieces
And y'all know that y'all Daddy, he loves you
Even though Daddy no longer breathin' (long live G)
Rather crash in the B without y'all, it sound like a good enough reason
But ain't no more f*ckin' excuses
Ayo, big bro, I miss you, I got you, don't worry, they geeked (let me talk to 'em)
To my nieces, your uncle tough, 'cause I'm tryna teach you the hustle
And be great, never need no nigga
Even if it's me, look at me and say "F*ck you" (f*ck you)
And to my nephew Big Doo, you act just like your daddy
Lil' nigga, you gon' carry it lovely
When I look up at you, I can feel my big brother
It's never on you, boy, sing and I love you, lil' nigga (long live G, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, psst (yeah)
You bitch-ass niggas ain't, man
Coward-ass niggas ain't
Boy, these coward-ass niggas ain't made up like Baby
Coward-ass niggas ain't made up like my f*ckin' daughters (uh-uh)
Coward-ass niggas ain't , yeah (niggas ain't made up like my f*ckin' nieces)
You know what I'm sayin? Don't ever let nobody lie to y'all (niggas ain't made up like my motherf*ckin' nephew)
Man, these cowards weren't made up like me (boy, you niggas)
They weren't made up like your f*ckin 'daddy (boy)
They weren't made up like your f*ckin' uncle (ho'-ass nigga)
What the f*ck? They gon' tell you that though (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know, to feel better 'bout they self (pussy-ass bitch)
Make 'em big 'em up (Excuse my language, baby)
Ask 'em who they used to big up (I'm sorry)
Coward-ass niggas ain't, uh, yeah
Coward-ass niggas ain't made up like Baby
Let's go, nigga
This one's for my daughters, nigga
Serenity, Nova, Velour, nigga, mwah, love you
(ATL Jacob, he a f*ckin' millionaire)
Yeah, coward-ass niggas ain't made up like Baby
Kirk, stand on this shit like the dirt (come on)
Stand on this shit like the sole of my shoes
Everyday, I get up, go to work (uh-huh)
Know it's God, I love God, I believe in my God
But I ain't been in nobody church
I stand on the business for me
So the day I go free Uncle Bobby, no motherf*ckin' shirt (no shirt)
Don't be cryin' and byin' no motherf*ckin' flowers
I did my thing while I'm on Earth (uh-huh)
Jonathan was the one that got everything turnt
Niggas played, niggas got burned never
Went sad 'bout a ho
Gave a lot of handouts, made sure everybody worked
I'm the truth, that lil' nigga for real (let's go)
I'm the truth, oh, yeah, lil' nigga, still
My mama ain't drivin' shit, 'less it's a Benz
Ain't crossin' out none of my niggas to win
My brothers can't work for no one but they self
Or I want support, it's already up for my daughter (okay)
And he can go finish my will
But I ain't into talkin' 'bout death with myself or my lawyer
And to my firstborn baby Serenity, keep on lovin' your sisters (yeah)
Keep on bein' that black girl princess, don't ever let none of this get you (mwah)
And to my second-born, blessin' Lil' Nova, keep on runnin' shit over (Lil' Nova)
It don't matter what your daddy said, they say show 'em
Teach 'em how this Kirk shit goin' (yeah, go)
To my youngest born baby Velour, it's so much bullshit around you
And internet shit that don't matter, but I can't ignore
Everythin' about you, I adore
Your sister gon' tell you how we feel about you
'Cause she gon' be nine at the time that you four
No matter what came with my babies
I play like a sport, Daddy, he always came back for more
Yeah, nigga, hol' up, this part for my nephew and my nieces
And y'all know that y'all Daddy, he loves you
Even though Daddy no longer breathin' (long live G)
Rather crash in the B without y'all, it sound like a good enough reason
But ain't no more f*ckin' excuses
Ayo, big bro, I miss you, I got you, don't worry, they geeked (let me talk to 'em)
To my nieces, your uncle tough, 'cause I'm tryna teach you the hustle
And be great, never need no nigga
Even if it's me, look at me and say "F*ck you" (f*ck you)
And to my nephew Big Doo, you act just like your daddy
Lil' nigga, you gon' carry it lovely
When I look up at you, I can feel my big brother
It's never on you, boy, sing and I love you, lil' nigga (long live G, nigga)
Yeah, yeah, psst (yeah)
You bitch-ass niggas ain't, man
Coward-ass niggas ain't
Boy, these coward-ass niggas ain't made up like Baby
Coward-ass niggas ain't made up like my f*ckin' daughters (uh-uh)
Coward-ass niggas ain't , yeah (niggas ain't made up like my f*ckin' nieces)
You know what I'm sayin? Don't ever let nobody lie to y'all (niggas ain't made up like my motherf*ckin' nephew)
Man, these cowards weren't made up like me (boy, you niggas)
They weren't made up like your f*ckin 'daddy (boy)
They weren't made up like your f*ckin' uncle (ho'-ass nigga)
What the f*ck? They gon' tell you that though (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know, to feel better 'bout they self (pussy-ass bitch)
Make 'em big 'em up (Excuse my language, baby)
Ask 'em who they used to big up (I'm sorry)
Writer: Jacob Canady, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Simarpreet Singh Bahia
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Baby on Baby 2 is the fourth studio album by American rapper DaBaby. It was released through Interscope Records and South Coast Music Group on September 23, 2022.
The album features a sole guest appearance from fellow North Carolinian, singer Anthony Hamilton. It serves as a sequel to DaBaby's debut studio album, Baby on Baby (2019).
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DaBabyThe album features a sole guest appearance from fellow North Carolinian, singer Anthony Hamilton. It serves as a sequel to DaBaby's debut studio album, Baby on Baby (2019).
Length: 30:49
Released: September 23rd, 2022
Year: 2022