Da Baby - Baby On Baby Album Lyrics

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Taking It Out

I'm thinkin' 'bout takin' it out (For what?)
It's hard to pop shit with my grill in (Ha)
I can't let it f*ck up my flow
Let these lil' niggas run up the score and I still win (Ha)
I told her I'm that nigga without it (Let's go)
He touch me, he gon' die on the scene
I'ma pay me a lawyer and sit in the county (Yeah)
You ain't built how I'm built, they ain't seen what I seen
I don't want none of these niggas around me (Nuh-uh)

Ain't a nigga alive can take credit from me
I was already lit when they found me (Nah)
And these niggas just bluffin', ain't nobody touched me
So I know these niggas ain't 'bout it
You ain't slap 'em when you heard that boy talkin' down
You must feel the same way that he do
And you know we gon' check it, I ain't really trippin'
Can't wait 'til the day that I see you (On gang)
You f*ck niggas glass, see-through (Ha)
Know I'm on they ass, Evisu (Yeah)
All my jewelry splash, seafood (Ha)
Say he got a bag, me too (Nigga)
Shout out my BM, that's me, me (Me, me)
We pull up with like 400 rounds (Four deep)
It's just me and Ri, Dada and T.G. (On gang)
I got my jewelry from Johnny (It's a movie)
Turn on that motherf*ckin' TV (Ice)
Everyone, turn off your lights
I bet you still motherf*ckin' see me (Yeah)
You know it's a light show (Ha)
Pull up with that iron
You know I got it everywhere that I go
Really out my mind
Come playin' with me, he gon' die slow (Ayy, ayy)
They think I'm a psycho (Ha)
Like my money blue, y'all niggas green
I do this with my eyes closed
Put me in a room, four hundred niggas
Gimme a blindfold
'Cause you niggas ain't 'bout that (Bitch)
Lemme see where that mouth at
When I pull out that iron
I bet you niggas gon' wanna give that clout back
And if I wasn't rich and already lit
I'd pull up where your house at
But, you know God great and everything's straight
Took a loss and I bounced back
You will never hear a diss, I ain't gon' say shit
I ain't finna talk back (Ha)

I'm thinkin' 'bout takin' it out
It's hard to pop shit with my grill in
I can't let it f*ck up my flow
Let these lil' niggas run up the score and I still win
I told Her im that nigga without it
He touch me, he gon' die on the scene
I'ma pay me a lawyer and sit in the county (No cap)
You ain't built how I'm built, they ain't seen what I seen
I don't want none of these niggas around me, nigga

Huh (Bitch ass nigga)
And I'm the best motherf*ckin' rapper, man
F*ck with this chop, realest nigga alive
Real nigga, rock star
(Nigga, quit playin' with me, I'm too raw for you)
Yeah
Baby Jesus AKA motherf*ckin' Baby now
(Too motherf*ckin' raw for this shit)
And we ain't worried 'bout shit, nigga
We ain't worried about shit, nigga
(It's too late now, nigga)
F*ck what you talkin' 'bout, nigga
I'm in there now, nigga
(Ayy)
We in there
(Ayy)
We in there
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby

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Suge

Pooh, you a fool for this one
Ha
Oh lord, Jetson made another one


Hah
Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I'm on
Yeah, yeah
I go where I want, I'm good (Good)
Play if you want, let's do it (Ha)
I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah


The first nigga play, I'ma body a nigga (Ha)
I just checked my balance
I'll probably pull up to your hood
And come buy me a nigga (No cap)
You know that your ho told you that nigga crazy
Don't think that she lied to you, nigga (Bitch)
Get caught with your ho when I'm poppin' 'em both
Now they high just like Bobby and Whitney (Haa)
Say I'm the goat, act like I don't know
But f*ck it, I'm obviously winnin'
Don't make me go hit the bank and take out a hundred
To show you our pockets are different (Ha)
I'm out with your bitch and I only want knowledge
She got a lil' mileage, I'm chillin' (Uh)
You disrespect me and I'll beat your ass up
All in front of your patnas and children (Ahh, ahh)
I'm the type to let a nigga think that I'm broke
Until I pop out with a million (I pop)
Take 20K and put that on your head
And make one of your partners come kill you (Yeah)
Say he f*ckin' with me then he gotta grow up
'Cause this nigga gotta be kiddin' (Kiddin')
This shit, it can't fit in my pocket
I got it, like I hit the lottery, nigga (Hot, hot, hot)
Opp, I'll slap the shit out a nigga
No talkin', I don't like to argue with niggas (I don't)
Ain't gon' be no more laughin'
You see me whip out guns, I'm gon' be done shot me a nigga (No cap)
I don't follow no bitches on IG
But all of your bitches, they follow a nigga (Ha)
And that lil' nigga ain't gon' shoot shit with that gun
He just pull it out in his pictures (Bitch, uh)


Hah
Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I'm on
Yeah, yeah
I go where I want, I'm good (Good)
Play if you want, let's do it (Ha)
I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Hah
Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I'm on
Yeah, yeah
I go where I want
I'm good (Good)
Play if you want, let's do it (Ha)
I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah


Talkin' my shit, I'm gon' pop that (Pop)
Got like thirty-two thousand in one of my pockets
The other one, that's where the Glock at (Glock)
You little niggas wanna be internet gangster
Man, tell all these little niggas stop that (Ha)
Beat and burnt me a nigga in front of the store
Where your mammy and grandmama shop at (Bitch)
Hopped out on a whole other wave from these niggas
Let's see one of you little niggas top that
I will turn a nigga into a convertible
Push me a lil' nigga top back (Vroom)
Her boyfriend be hatin' and callin' her groupie
Just 'cause she like all my music (Ha)
She'll send me a text and then delete the message
He tryna find out, it's confusin'
I don't know what these niggas is thinkin' about
Use the brain in your head 'fore you lose it (Bitch)
I'll pull up after school and I'll teach her some shit
Tell your bro I'm a motherf*ckin' tutor
'Member I used to cheat off a pretty bitch test
All the teachers, they thought I was stupid (Uh huh)
Was expectin' the box to pull up on a truck
Man, this nigga pulled up on a scooter (The f*ck?)

Hah
Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I'm on
Yeah, yeah
I go where I want, I'm good (Good)
Play if you want, let's do it (Ha)
I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Hah
Pack in the mail, it's gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I'm on
Yeah, yeah
I go where I want
I'm good (Good)
Play if you want, let's do it (Ha)
I'm a young CEO, Suge (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah

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Goin' Baby

Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Hah

I'm goin’ baby on baby (Uh-huh)
That nigga a bitch, he think he a gangster
He probably still slangin' .380 (Ha)
Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff
I’m pure like cocaine in the '80s
Pull up rockin' all white like I'm Gotti (Ha)

Put 'em up like a kite if he try me (Yuh)
Got 'em watchin', my life is excitin'
Just Facetimed my daughter, she laughin’ and smilin’ (Mwa)
Still got shit on my plate from November (Uh-huh)
A few open cases, they pendin' (Damn)
F*ck around, think I’m signed to Cash Money (I)
Pull up with a Drake and a sprinter (I)
Give a f*ck how you think, how you feelin' (I)
Could show you how to make a few million (I'm)
So full of myself, say I'm cocky (Yup)
Ask the bitch if she copy, she copy (Okurr)
I go straight through the door with my Glocky (Uh, uh)
Niggas ain’t really poppin', we poppin' (Yeah)
Put the billion with baby, that business (Damn)
Play with me, put his name on a t-shirt (A tee)
Tell your boyfriend to go do his research (Uh-huh)
She suck my dick every day, say her knees hurt (Haa, hmm)

I'm goin' baby on baby (Uh-huh)
That nigga a bitch, he think he a gangster
He probably still slangin' .380 (Ha)
Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff
I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s
Pull up rockin' all white like I'm Gotti (Ha)
Put 'em up like a kite if he try me (Yuh)
Got 'em watchin', my life is excitin' (Hmm)
I'm goin' baby on baby (Uh-huh)
That nigga a bitch, he think he a gangster
He probably still slangin' .380 (Ha)
Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff
I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s

Your bitch on my dick, she a junkie (Uhh)
I don't got no time (No, no)
Every day all I do is get money
They tryna tell me I'm a bad influence
Talkin' bad 'bout everything I do, uh
Dunk on nigga like I'm Patrick Ewing
I can't beat 'em up bet I'ma shoot 'em (Boom)
Your bitch is a dog, she got rabies (Brr, ruff)
I'm out doin' shows, state-to-state chasin' paper (Uh)
I just closed a deal for an M (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now I'm out in LA like a motherf*ckin' Laker
They left when I needed 'em, f*cked up my feelings
It filled up my heart full of hatred (Uh, huh, huh)
Held it down on my own I proved everyone wrong every day (Ayy, ayy)
God is great, it's amazin' (Ayy)

I'm goin' baby on baby (Uh-huh)
That nigga a bitch, he think he a gangster
He probably still slangin' .380 (Ha)
Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff
I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s
Pull up rockin' all white like I'm Gotti (Ha)
Put 'em up like a kite if he try me (Yuh, huh)
Got 'em watchin', my life is excitin' (Hmm)
I'm goin' baby on baby (Uh-huh)
That nigga a bitch, he think he a gangster
He probably still slangin' .380 (Ha)
Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff
I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s
Bitch

That ain't the baby, that's my baby

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Pony

Pyrex whippin'
Uh-huh

It feel good thumbin' through the backend, don't it?
Ain't have to make a play in three months
Gave the plug to my brother and the trap still rollin' (let's go)
All my hoes freaks, yeah she ride D
Yeah, like a goddamn pony (yeah, yeah)
Steady runnin' to the money, don't stop, green light
Yeah, nigga, keep goddamn goin' (vroom)
And you already goddamn know it

Need to pull up my Pamper, my shirt down
I make what they make in three months for a verse now (yeah)
I can take the backend from the show
Put some bread on your head, get you muhf*ckin' murked now (uh-huh)
Got them worse than mad, hoe like to blow up my phone (brrt, brrt, brrt)
Leave me 'lone, bitch you dead, I'm at work now (ha)
Got the streets' hottest youngin', that's Stunna
The one got your baby daddy poppin' Percs now (four times)
He say he need some more stamina (uh-huh)
His bitch f*ckin' with me, he can't handle her (yee)
I only had that car for three months
And I sold like 300 Ps in my Challenger (no cap)
Wanna be BDB Ent, he need help with his music
He need me to manage him (uh-uh)
We booked up, let me check if we busy (uh)
Your hoe like how we dress, we get jiggy
I'm not with all the talkin', I'm with it
Leave a mark on your hoe, send her home with a hickey (uh-huh)
F*cked around and went home smellin' like your lil' main hoe perfume, my BM tried to kill me (damn)
God forbid that lil' boy play with me
Have your whole family dressed up in black like a pilgrim (uh-huh)
Yeah, my prices went up, your promoter was playin', but now bitch, we back in the buildin'

It feel good thumbin' through the backend, don't it?
Ain't have to make a play in three months
Gave the plug to my brother and the trap still rollin' (let's go)
All my hoes freaks, yeah she ride D
Yeah, like a goddamn pony (yeah, yeah)
Steady runnin' to the money, don't stop, green light
Yeah, nigga, keep goddamn goin' (vroom)
And you already goddamn know it
It feel good thumbin' through the backend, don't it?
Ain't have to make a play in three months
Gave the plug to my brother and the trap still rollin' (let's go)
All my hoes freaks, yeah she ride D
Yeah, like a goddamn pony (yeah, yeah)
Steady runnin' to the money, don't stop, green light
Yeah, nigga, keep goddamn goin' (vroom)
And you already goddamn know it

I ain't have to make a play in so long, I don't even got a scale
And I forgot how much a pound weigh (uh-huh)
Brand new car, 2019, had 57 miles (vroom)
Had to put it on the highway (Scat Pack) (skrrrt)
Bad bitch with a seven-year degree, but she still sellin' pussy
Man, I wonder what her mom say (mmm, mmm, mmm)
Uh, wonder what her dad say (huh?)
I don't do the slow shit, I like the fast way (yee)
High school sold Reggie to my classmates
I'm the one that taught your lil' brother what a bag weigh (no cap)
We was takin' niggas' shit in '09
And we wasn't hidin' from you, had to catch us on a bad day
Hit a lick and make a bad day a good day (uh-huh)
He don't even pop it open, he a good play (sweet)
F*ck around with me, a nigga gettin' remixed
Goin' out to dinner with your money, eatin' good steak (ha)
F*ck around take the whole gang to Ruth's Chris (gang)
Who that fine ho right there? My new bitch (huh?)
Them hoe like when I smile, they be choosin' (uh-huh)
I put ice in my mouth, bitch, my tooth lit (yee)
Give a f*ck 'bout who like how I do shit (Uh-huh)
Like to ball with my dawgs, who you hoop with? (you ball?)
Probably havin' a ball with them new niggas (ah)
You ain't stay down like good bitch, you stupid

It feel good thumbin' through the backend, don't it?
Ain't have to make a play in three months
Gave the plug to my brother and the trap still rollin' (let's go)
All my hoes freaks, yeah she ride D
Yeah, like a goddamn pony (yeah, yeah)
Steady runnin' to the money, don't stop, green light
Yeah, nigga, keep goddamn goin' (vroom)
And you already goddamn know it
It feel good thumbin' through the backend, don't it?
Ain't have to make a play in three months
Gave the plug to my brother and the trap still rollin' (let's go)
All my hoes freaks, yeah she ride D
Yeah, like a goddamn pony (yeah, yeah)
Steady runnin' to the money, don't stop, green light
Yeah, nigga, keep goddamn goin' (vroom)
And you already goddamn know it

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Deal wit It

At first I didn't like this beat, I just liked the build up (uh-huh)
She tryna fall in love with me, I'm just tryna hit her (yeah, yeah)
She stalkin' me on Instagram 'cause I don't f*ck with Twitter (hmm)
Say she think her boyfriend scared of me, he say that I'm a killer
(Mari beats, turn me up)

Why he say that? (huh)
He better deal wit' it (huh)
Yeah, she gone now (she gone)
Got caught by a real nigga (hmm)
Wanna be on her own now (her own)
She wanna roam out (roam)
Tired of you treatin' her like a lil' girl
She wanna be grown now (grown)
She wanna get dressed and go flex when they play her song now
You tryna take the bitch up the street, she tryna get flown out
She tryna date, go out to eat, but bitch, we ain't goin' out (oh, no)
I'm f*ckin' her great, I got the keys, I can get in your home now (ha)
I'm all in your shit, nigga (yeah)
Thuggin' it out, feet on the couch like I pay the rent, nigga (yeah)
She runnin' her mouth, I'm beatin' her down, I'm talkin' my shit, nigga (yeah)
You ever find out, come see what I'm 'bout, you know how I get, nigga (ha)
You know how I'm built, nigga

At-at-at first I didn't like this beat, I just liked the build up (uh-huh)
She tryna fall in love with me, I'm just tryna hit her (yeah, yeah)
She stalkin' me on Instagram 'cause I don't f*ck with Twitter (hmm)
Say she think her boyfriend scared of me, he say that I'm a killer (ha)
Why he say that?

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Baby Sitter

You know I ain't come to play, let's get it (turn me up)
I'm snappin' off the rip
Your ho say I'm her favorite nigga (hah)
You probably don't wan' let your baby mama take a picture (why? Go Grizz)
'Cause I'm the type of Baby that's gon' f*ck her babysitter (Marii Beatz, turn me up)
I just did a show and pulled off laughin' on a hatin' nigga (hah)
Them bitches aimin' at y'all fast, I'm on these rapper niggas' ass
I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him

You tryna book me for a show, you gotta pay me 'fore I go
To feed the family, I ain't got no time to play with niggas (ayy, what you see?)
I see these niggas think they tough, you play with me, you know it's up
You think it's sweet then call my bluff and I'ma spank a nigga (yeah)
F*ck all them niggas and whoever they got hangin' with 'em, bitch
I'ma die of old age whenever I die (what we gon' do?)
Walk down on that nigga, f*ck a drive-by (yeah)
His bitch came in with me but she ain't mine, mine (she not mine)
Free my cousin 'til he free, he doin' time time (let him free)
I'm the motherf*ckin' best but I'm not Khaled (ayy, we the best)
She like how I be dressin', ain't no salad (uh-huh)
Can't f*ck with her, she messy, that's a hazard (oh no)
Tell the ref to blow the whistle, that bitch traveled (brrt)
F*ck all that talkin', we 'bout action (what we 'bout?)
You got a son, you play with me, your son a bastard (haha)
That nigga trippin', why he laughin'?
Nah, that's f*cked up, bro, you ain't have to goddamn bring the kids into it

You know I ain't come to play, let's get it (turn me up)
I'm snappin' off the rip
Your hoe say I'm her favorite nigga (hah)
You probably don't wan' let your baby mama take a picture (why? Go Grizz)
'Cause I'm the type of Baby that's gon' f*ck her babysitter (Marii Beatz, turn me up)
I just did a show and pulled off laughin' on a hatin' nigga (hah)
Them bitches aimin' at y'all fast, I'm on these rapper niggas' ass
I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him
F*ck all them niggas and whoever they got hangin' with 'em, bitch

Shawty wanna be famous, don't her? (Who?)
Say that she want a Patek with her name up on it (Patek, Patek)
You gotta f*ck on an opp and get 'em painted, earn it (stripes, woo)
I'm drippin', not slippin', my socks got Gucci Gang up on 'em (drippin', I'm drippin')
Squeeze the fire, make 'em back, back, back, back
She got fleas, she fly, she's a nat, nat, nat, nat (nat)
I'm on lean, I be high, she on batch, I can't match (nah)
I got fiends in a line, shippin' the packs out the back
I did the impossible (hoo)
I read the defense, then I had called an audible (swish)
Look like a sequence, Lambo' keep back to back crawlin' in (skrrt)
They said I wouldn't be shit, so f*ck it, I had to go hard again (f*ck it)
300, Sparta man (Sparta)
I'm a barbarian (barbarian), I'ma get my revenge (mine)
F*ck on a thot and not at the spot, don't tell her what car I'm in (no)
Keepin' my head above the water just like a shark fin (shark)
We got the narcs in (narcs), chopper Clark Kent (graow)
Don't get boxed in (hey)

You know I ain't come to play, let's get it (turn me up)
I'm snappin' off the rip
Your ho say I'm her favorite nigga (hah)
You probably don't wan' let your baby mama take a picture (why? Go Grizz)
'Cause I'm the type of Baby that's gon' f*ck her babysitter (Marii Beatz, turn me up)
I just did a show and pulled off laughin' on a hatin' nigga (hah)
Them bitches aimin' at y'all fast, I'm on these rapper niggas' ass
I pulled that .40 out, he better have an angel with him
F*ck all them niggas and whoever they got hangin' with 'em, bitch

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Celebrate

I'm 'bout whatever, you can read about it (Yung Lan on the track)
I got twenty seven hoes blowin' up my phone
Tryna come and suck the semen out me
They starin' at us everywhere we go
You gotta be yourself, you wanna be around me
And I'm stayin' low from all the broke hoes and the f*ck niggas
I don't need around me (yeah, yeah)
Gotta book show, you wanna see about me

'Cause I ain't got no time to celebrate, I'm goin' in
The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin'
But now that I'm up, they all wanna be friends
I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me
Somethin' I won't never go through again (yeah, yeah)
No time for no hoes or no friends
No time for no hoes or no friends
'Cause I ain't got no time to celebrate, I'm goin' in
The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin'
But now that I'm up, they all wanna be friends
I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me
Somethin' I won't never go through again (yeah, yeah)
No time for no hoes or no friends
No time for no hoes or no friends

I got a new bitch that tell me that she don't want shit from me (shit)
And I got another bitch claimin' she sick of me, still askin' what she can get from me (bitch)
And I know a broke nigga havin' his hand out, he wanna act like a friend now
And they wanted smoke until I blew they mans down, tryna act like they fans now
I pray to God that they all understand now, play with me it's a man down
I'm in the city and the rental van now tryna sell me a damn pound
They give me a deposit to come out the house now, I get to paid to go out now
Charlotte, ain't no other way to get out now, 'less you show what you 'bout now
Got everybody ridin' 'round with that stick now, it's lay down or get down
Don't talk on the internet, don't make a diss now, it's already lit now
Go tell the associate you need some all black, go pick out a fit now
My life in the history book and whatever I do they won't forget now
And that's why I stay out here

'Cause I ain't got no time to celebrate, I'm goin' in
The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin'
But now that I'm up, they all wanna be friends
I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me
Somethin' I won't never go through again (yeah, yeah)
No time for no hoes or no friends
No time for no hoes or no friends (no, no)
'Cause I ain't got no time to celebrate, I'm goin' in (no, no)
The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin'
But now that I'm up, they all wanna be friends
I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me
Somethin' I won't never go through again (yeah, yeah)
No time for no hoes or no friends
No time for no hoes or no friends

No time for hoes, no time for friends
No time for Honda no time for Benz
Pull up in the Maybach, old school cost more than your new school
Shit so original but got an 8-track
I'm rich under 30, they gon' hate that
Money fallin', nigga rake that (ooh), ooh, ooh, ooh
Like a nigga locked in jail might take you to SHU (SHU)
SHU, SHU, SHU
And I ain't never ran from a nigga, put that on my crew (Rich Homie, baby)
Shoot a nigga with no chaser (hey, hey)
Move these bitches with the paper (fade away)
We done ran a, on the baby sitter
It was Rich Homie and DaBaby (Rich Homie)
I can never get money with a hater, and I will never sell my soul (nah)
Still doin' sellout shows (yeah)
Still gettin' bags in every week nigga
You can smell it out those (I know you do)
I could pack a whole brick, motherf*ckers in a Pathfinder (hey)
Cam Newton jersey, 'cause I'm in Carolina (ay)

'Cause I ain't got no time to celebrate, I'm goin' in
The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin'
But now that I'm up, they all wanna be friends (oh)
I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me (ay)
Somethin' I won't never go through again (yeah, yeah)
No time for no hoes or no friends (no)
No time for no hoes or no friends (no, no, no)
'Cause I ain't got no time to celebrate, I'm goin' in (no, no)
The streets used to love me when I ain't had nothin'
But now that I'm up, they all wanna be friends (no, no, no)
I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me
Somethin' I won't never go through again (yeah, yeah, no, no)
No time for no hoes or no friends
No time for no hoes or no friends

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Joggers

I keep tryna pull up my pants (uh-huh)
I got thirty thousand in my joggers (mmh)
I got the pistol on the flight (the flight)
I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
That bitch ain't get shit from Christmas, she naughty (hah)
In the car with her head down, she noddin'
And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
'Til I put this .45 on his noggin

F*ck all that talkin', just put a few mil' on the table and give me a pen and I'm signin' (bitch)
I just cut off my bitch (why?), 'cause you ain't really with me, be honest
She know I'm a motherf*ckin' pimp, she don't get steak and shrimp
B done took a lil' bitch to McDonalds
Put a bag on your motherf*ckin' head, better watch what you said
On my motherf*ckin' pics and my comments (bitch)
In the four I'm a motherf*ckin' giant (huh)
A king like a motherf*ckin' lion (yeah)
Oh, these lil' niggas act like they want that (uh-huh)
We gon' slide in your DM's, we slidin'
Better call up the homicide unit
I make 'em pull out yellow tape with the sirens
They gon' make me come set this bitch off
When I pull that bitch out it's too late to say sorry (uh-uh)
Niggas thought I was pussy 'cause they heard me singin' to bitches like YK Osiris (hah)
I got my mind on my money, let's run up some motherf*ckin' commas (yeah)
Let's go to the motherf*ckin' bank (haha)
Bitch, I'm from Charlotte, we blank (blank)
Mama told me to pull up my pants (why?)
Got them racks on me, mama, I can't (huh)

I keep tryna pull up my pants
I got thirty thousand in my joggers (yeah)
I got the pistol on the flight (uh-huh)
I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
That bitch ain't get shit from Christmas, she naughty (hmm)
In the car with her head down, she noddin' (hmm)
And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
'Til I put this .45 on his noggin

Uh, I keep tryna pull up my pants (uh)
This big forty hangin' out my joggers (uh)
I grew up around them apartments
Now I'm in LA like a Dodger (ooh)
Won't beef over Tweets
I send my young nigga walk down on your ass like he stalkin' (get him out of there)
Uh, leave him fresh to death in a coffin (uh)
I'm on Runtz, from Cookie I'm coughin' (uh)
Always up like I'm booted on molly (boot)
These lil' niggas twelve, they talkin' (f*ck)
They can't keep up, Stunna a problem
I can't keep these bitches off me (goddamn)
Yeah, we bringin' eyes in the party
Make him play with that stick on him 'til he say sorry
F*ck who? I beg your pardon (what?)
Won't cop pleas when shit get started (nope)
I keep tryna pull up my pants
This big pistol hangin' out my joggers (wow)
She eat dick when I land
Hit from the back, she call me her father (ooh)
For my bro, I'll take the stand
Hand on the Bible and lie to your honor
Big dogg, you lil' niggas is toddlers (yeah)
On the way to the show in the Sprinter with choppers (grah, grah, grah)

I keep tryna pull up my pants
I got thirty thousand in my joggers (yeah)
I got the pistol on the flight (uh-huh)
I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
That bitch ain't get shit from Christmas, she naughty (hmm)
In the car with her head down, she noddin' (hmm)
And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
'Til I put this .45 on his noggin

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Carpet Burn

I'm the type to take your hoe in real life
I f*cked her good all on the floor like, "What it feel like?"
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

Got up with carpet burns (yeah), I just can't help it
Pussy good, it had me stalkin' her (woo)
Lock me up, officer (I)
Can't get her off me, it's hard for me to get off of her (uh huh)
Got me thinkin' 'bout cuffin' her (what else?)
Fallin' in love with her (ha)

Joke's on you, bitch (yeah)
'Cause I tell a hoe what she wanna hear and pull up with a new bitch (uh huh)
You already know if I walk out the door I ain't leavin' with you, bitch (no)
My bitch got red hair like Lil Boat, that's my lil' cute bitch (ah)
Her pussy wet, I'm all in that just like a cruise ship (ay)
You probably still f*ckin' them hoes I went to school with (ha)
You probably askin' around about me on some nut shit (what up?)
I be done shot in broad daylight, I'm on that f*ck shit (bop)
"Why we can't f*ck, you just want head?" 'Cause you a duck, bitch (yes)
I send a ho to get some cheesecake on some Puff shit (ha)
I'll beat and f*ck in front your kid, I'm on some sick shit (he sick)
I'm closin' million-dollar deals, gettin' my dick licked (yes)
I got 'em shitfaced (Ha), all of 'em bitch made (yeah)
I'm all in her crib in nothin' but draws bumpin' my mixtape (ha)
She sick of you, your bitch want me 'cause all my shit straight
She gave me head and I played dead, we did the six-eight (I)

Got up with carpet burns (yeah), I just can't help it
Pussy good, it had me stalkin' her (woo)
Lock me up, officer (I)
Can't get her off me, it's hard for me to get off of her (uh huh)
Got me thinkin' 'bout cuffin' her (what else?)
Fallin' in love with her (ha)
Got up with carpet burns (yeah), I just can't help it
Pussy good, it had me stalkin' her (woo)
Lock me up, officer (I)
Can't get her off me, it's hard for me to get off of her (uh huh)
Got me thinkin' 'bout cuffin' her (what else?)
Fallin' in love with her (ha)

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Best Friend (Remix)

Ay
Yeah, yeah

Let me snap off the rip
I done got back in my bag (bag)
I just be stackin' my chips (turn up)
I'm tryna roll up while I drive
I'm gon' end up crashin' the whip (ay)
She like to cut up when she ride (ride)
We gon' end up havin' some kids (uh)
I'm gon' end up spazzin' again
I f*cked her once and I had her again (yeah)
And my shit so hard when I freestyle
No need to havin' a pen
I live it, I don't need to write it (huh, yuh)
So don't even try it
I'm havin' a drink on the plane (plane)
I sit at the front like the pilot (huh)
I know that little hoe, that's your main (main)
I'ma f*ck her and run up her mileage (ha)
She keep tryna suck on the dick (why?)
'Cause I drip like a motherf*ckin' stylist

And I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah (ha)

I can see that you motherf*ckers mad (mad)
My bitch bad, whip fast
I'm in my mo- bad (bad)
Bitch, I'm a dog off the leash (grr)
I need a motherf*ckin' muzzle (woof)
She tried to play hard to get (ha)
But I figured her out like a puzzle (yeah)
She get all the bread from her dad (dad)
She get all the ass from her mother
Her head so good it made me love her (huh?)
Her head so good it made me love her (yeah)
I had to say that shit two time (yeah)
She blow up my phone, get a new line (brr)
I'm chargin' these hoe for the dick
She can't use a motherf*ckin' coupon (ha)

And I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah (woo)

I know you mad as hell (what?)
My bitch, she bad as well (bitch)
The Lamb', it got a new smell (skrrt)
The money is old and stale (huh?)
How I spent one-fifty on a necklace? (yah)
How I f*ck around, crash the whole Bentley?
How you rich but your bank account empty? (empty)
She want a little bit of Fendi (what?)
She want some dick and a bag, too
She better have my ticket to Cancún (yeah)
They mad, it's nothin' I can't do (woo)
DaBaby got bitches, they comin' through (they comin')
Young nigga got riches, I cut the coupe
My neck so sick I need some soup (ack)
My bitch, she rich, get money, too (money, too)
She left me, then I would be mad, too

And I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah

---

Tupac

Yung Lan on the track

Yeah, I know how it go (yeah)
You put in your work, you deserve it (huh?)
You realize it was all really worth it (huh?)
You was still on your grind, you put in plenty time
And they didn't understand (them niggas was sleep)
You woke they ass up, but there ain't no alarm (oh Lord, Jetson Made another one)
And you know who I am

Ay who you is, nigga? I'm like the 2Pac of the new shit
A hundred thousand hoes and they like the way I do shit
I'm the realest nigga rappin' and my bitch like Jada Pinkett
I'm the fresh prince of my city, shout out Will, no point intended
Ay who you is, nigga? I'm like the 2Pac of the new shit
A hundred thousand hoes and they like the way I do shit
I'm the realest nigga rappin' and my bitch like Jada Pinkett
I'm the fresh prince of my city, shout out Will, no point intended
Ay who you is, nigga?

Shout out to Will Smith, I'm a bad boy (huh)
She pretty and she got that ass (ass)
I asked her what she got that ass for (huh)
I told her to shut up and back it up (shut up)
You niggas ain't good, you don't rap enough (nope)
Got on a bandanna like Bob (Bob)
You gon' run up on me in a MAC and coat (yeah yeah)
I couldn't get right, the driver's seat
Hop out and switch, we gon' f*ck in the passenger (ay, ay)
And you know I don't flop when I drop
Everything that I drop is a classic, I'm classical
And she make that dick disappear like it's magic
My bitch, she do magic, she magical (voila)
She came and hopped on my dick on a Saturday
Had to hold on, she a savage (ay, ay)
Put the bitch on a play, jumpin' her like LA (ay, ay)
Few, few, proud of me
I'm tryna deep stroke (deep stroke)
Gettin' hard to hold on, I can't handle it (yeah)
Pull out and bust on her belly (ugh)
Throw up the West, Makaveli (west Side)
I get around like I'm Pac (huh)
I'ma act like a thot if you let me (bitch)

Ay who you is, nigga? I'm like the 2Pac of the new shit
A hundred thousand hoes and they like the way I do shit
I'm the realest nigga rappin' and my bitch like Jada Pinkett
I'm the fresh prince of my city, shout out Will, no point intended
Ay who you is, nigga? I'm like the 2Pac of the new shit
A hundred thousand hoes and they like the way I do shit
I'm the realest nigga rappin' and my bitch like Jada Pinkett
I'm the fresh prince of my city, shout out Will, no point intended
Ay who you is, nigga?

---

Backend

Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

Comin' with the money, got the backend with me (ay)
Nigga, better act like you hear me
I ain't gotta run up with the pack, come get it
I don't wanna hear you rap, I'm chillin'
I ain't got time, finna keep no hoe
I don't really got no feelings
Really got rich and got to keep my soul
And that's a good goddamn feelin'
Comin' with the money, got the backend with me (ay, ay)
Nigga, better act like you hear me
I ain't gotta run up with the pack, come get it
I don't wanna hear you rap, I'm chillin'
I ain't got time, finna keep no hoe
I don't really got no feelings
Really got rich and got to keep my soul
And that's a good goddamn feelin'

You gon' have to leave
I f*cked up the game, stay with the gang, so they after me (yeah, yeah)
It's blood on my name and it left a stain, but I'm comin' clean (yeah, yeah)
'Cause I've seen shit I won't forget, it's all in my dreams (ay, ay)
And whenever I trip, I still won't quit 'cause I want me (me)
At the house with your bitch givin' her dick while you're out with your team (uh-huh)
And it's no love for them, shit, they ain't got no love for me (uh-uh)
I'ma keep f*ckin' these f*ck niggas' hoes
On the stage at my show with a pole in my jeans
And I still got that iron, I ain't talkin' clothes, I ain't talkin' crease (huh, crease)
Now the money don't fold, ain't leave it at home, it's right here with me (huh)
Bitch, I'm

Comin' with the money, got the backend with me (ay)
Nigga, better act like you hear me
I ain't gotta run up with the pack, come get it
I don't wanna hear you rap, I'm chillin'
I ain't got time, finna keep no hoe
I don't really got no feelings
Really got rich and got to keep my soul
And that's a good goddamn feelin'
Comin' with the money, got the backend with me (ay, ay)
Nigga, better act like you hear me
I ain't gotta run up with the pack, come get it
I don't wanna hear you rap, I'm chillin'
I ain't got time, finna keep no hoe
I don't really got no feelings
Really got rich and got to keep my soul
And that's a good goddamn feelin'

Huh, that's a good feelin' (uh)
You ain't with the gang, f*ck out the way, just me and my niggas (gang, gang, gang, gang)
'Member back in the day when we wasn't straight, they didn't feel us (uh-uh)
Now we all got a plate and we eatin' steak 'cause we handle business (yeah, yeah)
Now we all goin' baby (baby on baby)
Got these broads goin' crazy (huh, yeah)
'Fore they knew who I was (who you?)
I was already blankin' (yeah, blank)
Had them 'bows in the pantry (huh, the pantry)
Had your hoe by her ankles (huh, her ankles)
Yeah I'm armed and I'm dangerous (yeah, dangerous)
I will stop my performance and spank you (I'll beat one of these niggas us)
These niggas pussy, wanna see me, then book me
I'm one deep in a hoodie, put that heat on a bully
And bitch, I'm

Comin' with the money, got the backend with me (ay)
Nigga, better act like you hear me
I ain't gotta run up with the pack, come get it
I don't wanna hear you rap, I'm chillin'
I ain't got time, finna keep no hoe
I don't really got no feelings
Really got rich and got to keep my soul
And that's a good goddamn feelin'
Comin' with the money, got the backend with me (ay, ay)
Nigga, better act like you hear me
I ain't gotta run up with the pack, come get it
I don't wanna hear you rap, I'm chillin'
I ain't got time, finna keep no hoe
I don't really got no feelings
Really got rich and got to keep my soul
And that's a good goddamn feelin'

---

Walker Texas Ranger

Uh
F*ck you talkin' 'bout, nigga
Yeah, uh
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Ay, who you?

Bitch, it's DaBaby, what you heard about me? (uh)
I put that nigga up, now niggas actin' nervous 'round me (yeah)
I'm in the rental truck sticked up like Walker Texas Ranger (bitch)
I'm on my grind like f*ck a bitch, I get some pussy later (huh)

Don't even call my phone, you used to be a hater (huh)
Could have f*cked your bitch, nigga (yeah), she made my dick soft (huh)
I left from the jail, had like 336 missed calls (brrt)
Oh, they wanna check on me now (huh), you don't really love me a minute (bitch)
I'm with a bitch from the west side of town, I like my hoes ghetto and pretty
I got that iron and I pull it out now, you ain't the only one with it (boom)
I'm tryna go get the cake for my daughter like it's her birthday, can you dig it? (can you dig it)
They tell me they like how I do my lil' dance, I can't really dance, I be jiggin' (for real)
And I'm 'bout to hop on a flight out to Cali, free Dodge, man, they got him in prison (free)
I gotta go sit down and meet with a label, they better be talkin' some millions (millions)
And if not, I'll go check on the price of the pounds, blow it down and fly back to the city
Like f*ck it, let's get back to work (okay)
Blow a kiss at a bitch, I'm a flirt (mwah)
Nigga play with my people, I gotta get even
He might as well pick out a shirt (yeah)
Like check this out, listen to me (ay, look)
That's where your picture gon' be (hah)
They know I'm a dog and I'm off the leash
I flick off a bitch like a flea (rrr)
You gotta get out of here, Jack (get out)
See a broke ho and act like I'm blind (what you do?)
Georgia, Georgia, I cannot give you a dime
And not like Atlanta, I came out of Charlotte, you know that shit took me some time (okay)
And I hold up the family, you wanna be me then you better go get on your grind (yeah)
What you gon' say at the Grammy's?
Shout out to God and my daughter and shout out my mom
And oh, yeah

Bitch, it's DaBaby, what you heard about me? (what you heard?)
I put that nigga up, now niggas actin' nervous 'round me (up)
I'm in the rental truck sticked up like Walker Texas Ranger (I got the sticks)
I'm on my grind like f*ck a bitch, I get some pussy later

This pussy bitch done tried to bring the pussy to the table
Can't even get shit in your name, can't even get no cable (what the f*ck?)
I was at the bottom when it rained, I held it down, no ankle (yeah, yeah)
She did me wrong, sucked my dick and treat me like a stranger (goddamn)
Ain't gotta get love from no bitch, I get love from my baby
If your boyfriend anything like daddy, nigga gettin' strangled (play with my baby, nigga)

Bitch, it's DaBaby, what you heard about me? (what you heard?)
I put that nigga up, now niggas actin' nervous 'round me (uh uh)
I'm in the rental truck sticked up like Walker Texas Ranger (I got the stick)
I'm on my grind like f*ck a bitch, I get some pussy later (huh, bitch)

Like, like I don't want no pussy (I don't want that)
No, no, I don't want it, no (no)
No means no
I don't want that (no, I don't want that)
I'll let you suck my dick though if that's what you—if you cool with that
You f*ckin' with that?
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby