DaBaby - KIRK Album Lyrics

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Intro

Thinkin' 'bout my grandmama and shit
I got the number one record, they acknowledged the jit (Ayy, yo, Kid)
They goin' crazy when they play it, head bobbin' and shit
And I'm just somewhere f*cked up thinkin' 'bout my father and shit
They found him dead a couple days before I started tour
Same day I flew back to the city from Miami
I was out there with the family
Just lookin' at my daughter
Thinkin' to myself like, "Damn, my baby look just like my daddy"
Same time I got the news, my shit went number one, that's f*cked up
That shit there was confusin', a lil' bit, you know I flew in with the stick
Okay, like let me know what's up before I lose it in this bitch
And everybody tryna talk, I ain't tryna talk, I'm tryna click
I'm tryna send somebody wit' him
Somebody let me know what's happenin'
My last name K-I-R-K, Kirk
You know how I rock behind my daddy
You know I never gave a f*ck about the world, just about my family
How the f*ck I make it to the top same day I lost the nigga that had me?
How a nigga perform on BET and a year ago couldn't afford a sandwich?
I had to move in with TG when I went broke movin' out to Cali
What you know about smilin' every day for all your fans, actin' like you happy?
I spent a hundred thousand layin' my daddy to rest, but I ain't braggin'
I got some questions, I'm a die about respect if I don't get answers
My mama stood up in that chair, took it like a G when she had cancer
My brother be thinkin' that we don't love him and let him struggle like we ain't family
Like I won't give up all I got to see you happy, nigga
We shocked the world, everybody know what's happenin', nigga
I'm still Lil' Jon Jon, my song, it just went platinum, nigga
We on our own time, let's go move out to Cali, nigga
Put the kids in homeschool, let's go get us a mansion, nigga
Let's raise our kids right, let's watch the shit we teach 'em, nigga
Let's start a business for you so they can't say that you leechin', nigga
How I know I'm the chosen one, 'cause sometimes when I be speakin', nigga
Like on this song, I ain't rappin', I'm preachin', nigga

[Chorus]
If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Yeah, verse two, that lil' nigga from the other side (Uh-huh)
And I do it myself, whenever I ride, you know that my brothers ride (Okay)
And I still got a lotta shit on my mind that I can't undecide (Yeah, yeah)
Got me ready to slide, feelin' like Doughboy when his brother died (Boyz n the Hood)
You know how I step, you know how I rep, you know about Baby, nigga (You know about Baby)
You know how I'm comin' back for that cross if you ever play me, nigga (Get back)
You know how I got it up out the mud and turned it to gravy nigga (Huh)
And hit the rap game like crack cocaine in the '80s, nigga

F*ck you niggas talkin' 'bout, bruh? Like.. (Oh my God, oh)
Look (Oh my God)
Look, man
Look (Oh my God)
Baby on Baby, now that's Baby on Baby
God is great
Big dawg, Baby
He goin' Baby on Baby on Baby, huh
Yeah, rest in peace to my daddy
Rest in peace to my grandma
Let's go

If I love you, then I need ya (Let's go)
I f*ck with you like Martin f*ck with Gina (Uh)
We family like we Venus and Serena (Hey)
Let's go get married like we Thankgod and Kenisha (Okay)
Don't give a f*ck about the world, just 'bout my people (Facts)
I don't care what the f*ck they told you, we ain't equal (Uh-uh)
Niggas ain't cut from the same cloth, these niggas see-through (Ayy)
And I be too busy doin' me to see what he do, nigga

Uh-huh
Okay, yeah
Uh-huh
Okay

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Off The Rip

Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop
I go out to eat with my kids and my mama, you know I ain't dating no thot
Believe what you see, nigga
I can't name a rapper that's out here and breathing that's f*cking with me, nigga
I'm taking they hoes, Forces, Adidas pants and a tee, nigga
They like how? That don't even match
OK, huh take my phone, baby
Let's go

I'm just a lil' nigga from Charlotte, the biggest new artist
They wanna see me up the road, but my lawyer a fool with dismissing the charges
You know BDB ENT we gone pull up Infiniti's, Challengers, Chargers
And no, we don't gotta get money with you, bitch we gone get money regardless
I'ma let you do all of that talking, don't get me started, you know I'ma stop it
And I don't got a cent for a hoe, she bringing up money, I'm changing the topic
She need to be talking about sucking some dick, I nut in her mouth and she gargle
If she spit out that rich nigga shit without swallowing, me and her having some problems
We having revolvers strictly for murder and plenty of pistols and choppas
Aye, when you gone stop? Whenever the fat lady sing, I don't listen to opera
You know how I give it up, f*cked around, f*cked up my hand beat a nigga up
Pull off on a nigga like 'Vroom', he don't got a car he still catching the city bus
His baby mama unemployed so she in the club with her ass and her titties out
And we done robbed so many plugs, you better check and go ask what my city 'bout
Had to slide the nigga bitch a dub, wanted to f*ck me but I only hit her mouth
Take the palm of my hand, slap me a nigga, got something to say, make em' spit it out
You know I'm 'bout Baby, all the shit the nigga rapping 'bout, that nigga really 'bout
And no, I ain't taking advice from a nigga, I'm cool on that, I got it figured out
These niggas be crying about petty shit, I can't relate because I took a bigger loss
And these niggas know I been a boss, ever since Rick Ross was the biggest boss
Got diamonds all over my teeth, I been eating chicken, I need me some dental floss
Hold my watch in the air, it's no longer hot, you can go turn that condition off
I'm hitting this hoe on the low, she f*ck with me hard, she say that her nigga soft
Why you talking so low? 'Cause' if a nigga find out and he try me, I'm knocking a nigga off
I'm riding pass twelve, flying through fast as hell, flicking a nigga off
I'm revving the gas, burning out on niggas ass, I'm showing my engine off

Straight off the rip, you know I don't wait for the drop
I go out to eat with my kids and my mama, you know I ain't dating no thot
Believe what you see, nigga
I can't name a rapper that's out here and breathing that's f*cking with me, nigga

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Bop

(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

I needed some shit with some bop in it
I flew past a whip with that blunt in my mouth
While she swerving, that whip had a cop in it
My bitch got good pussy, fly her across the country
I'll finish the show and I hop in it
I got me a millie, I did it legitly
I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga

Oh, you asking for pictures with niggas? What's yo name?
Get the f*ck out the spot nigga
Tryna figure which deal I'm a take
I woke up couple mill' on my plate
I'm investing in real in the state
I just went and gave my mama a hundred
Probably won't hear me open my mouth
'Less you hear me talking about finding some money
As soon as I found it, I flipped that
I'm a little bit different, they get it
Know I'm stiff on a bitch and she dig it
Tryna find out why Baby ain't all in her mentions
No, she ain't get no DM from me
This rich nigga dick, it ain't free
She be throwing that ass, yeah she good at it
Turn around when we f*ck, make her look at it
She like

I needed some shit with some bop in it
I flew past a whip with that blunt in my mouth
While she swerving, that whip had a cop in it
My bitch got good pussy, fly her across the country
I'll finish the show and I hop in it
I got me a millie, I did it legitly
I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga

I'm unorthodox than a muhf*cka'
Aye, when you gone switch the flow?
I thought you'd never ask
You niggas ain't f*cking with me
And ain't 'bout what the f*ck they be rapping 'bout
With they lil' scary ass
But to each it's own nigga
If you like it, I love it, no biggie
That boy say he get money, oh, really?
How much they just cut you a check for? A millie
I'm going back to Cali like Biggie
'Bout to go get a pound just to smoke
They told me to come work on my album
I'm tryna go find out the price on a boat
My lil' bitch act like Megan Thee Stallion
She ghetto and nasty, she driving the boat
All this shit that they making be boring
Give me something to bop while I ride with the pole
Here you go

I needed some shit with some bop in it
I flew past a whip with that blunt in my mouth
While she swerving, that whip had a cop in it
My bitch got good pussy, fly her across the country
I'll finish the show and I hop in it
I got me a millie, I did it legitly
I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga

Aight, this shit for like, you know, the sophisticated ratchet hoe
You know, the ones that go to work by day
You know, dance in the mirror by night, ha

I needed some shit with some bop in it
I flew past a whip with that blunt in my mouth
While she swerving , that whip had a cop in it
My bitch got good pussy, fly her across the country
I'll finish the show and I hop in it
I got me a millie, I did it legitly
I'm still with the shits, I'm a hot nigga

Oh, you asking for pictures with niggas? What's yo name?
Get the f*ck out the spot, nigga
Tryna figure which deal I'ma take
I woke up couple mill on my plate

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VIBEZ

Let's go
You know it's baby, nigga
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)

She wanna f*ck with me but I don't got the time
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85
Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive
We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes

Fill em' with vibes
Get in the ride
And no, a nigga not blind
But I keep that stick and I'm firing
Ain't met a nigga in life
That's f*cking with me
Say he did then he lying
We got so many vibes stuffed in the car
We can f*ck them hoes six at a time
I make them hoes say that nigga so fine
Girl he got that D you can feel in yo spine
Yeah that's what they say about Baby
You know them bitches don't play about Baby
Baby should go run for president
Look what God did, took his time with me

Got a red and white hoe like a peppermint
Pull up to the hotel, take the vibes in
She gone f*ck me and f*ck on my brethren
My brother and them
Having three hoes in the king size
I ain't finished yet, get another bitch
Got her riding dick and screaming "He-hah"
Make me proud girl, you a cowgirl
She did a handstand, I'm like wow girl
Got me f*cking her upside down
Yeah, we going dumb, say she wanna cum
I'm looking like when? She looking like now
Some mo' came in, say they want it too
I tagged in my brother, bitch I'm out

I know
She wanna f*ck with me but I don't got the time
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85
Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive
We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes

She wanna f*ck on me but I don't got the time
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85
Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive
We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes

Look, let's get on a jet
Come give me some neck
She ain't picking up
And her nigga just called, she gone send em' a text
I don't need no doc
Bitch, you know I'm a dog
Better send me the vet
Ever made you a million?
I tell em' riddle me that
Ain't offended me yet
My bitch drink Bacardi
I'm in this bitch feeling like Set
Quarter-mill on my neck
Over two on the crib
Fo' hundred thou on the whip
Dicking down yo lil' bitch
I'm 'bout to go buy me a coupe
Pull up, make the doors raise the roof
Louis V army fatigue
I'm 'bout with a pole like a troop
Baby Ray Allen from three
You leave me open, I'm shooting
We like Martin and Pam at the hotel
We kicking hoes out, get the boot
These hoes catching bodies, they 'bout it
We having new vibes in the lobby
That's wherever we go ain't no problem
I just told a bitch no, she was childish (Bye)

Pulled up like
She wanna f*ck on me but I don't got the time
I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85
Go call my chauffeur bitch, cause' I don't like to drive
We in suburban's back to back and we gone fill em' up with vibes

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Pop Star

(feat. Kevin Gates)

They gon' tell you I went
They gon' tell you I went
They gon' tell you I went
Popstars, popstars
They gon' tell you

They probably tell you I went 'Pop'
Until a nigga play with me and he get popped
I'm on front row at BET without my Glock
I'm ready to beat a nigga up like I'm The Rock
And she ready to sweep a nigga up because he hot
She ready to eat a nigga up until he lock
She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car
Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop, huh
I told her f*ck the police, yeah

She right beside me and she sending nudes
You f*ck my bitch, that's cool, I'm f*cking niggas bitches too
If you try my shoes, they ain't gone fit
Me and you wear different shoes
Had to dumb it down for them to bite
Now it's time to switch the groove
I pulled up smooth, with my lil' bae
But I could've came with ya boo
If you with the shit, like I'm with the shit
And they play, they gone make the news
I was hitting yo sis on Sunday
At your grandma place, she cool
And if she raised you, I don't want her plate
No, I ain't even take her food
(Baby bougie, he be turning down all kind of hoes)
(He took my bitch in Nike, I'm rocking designer clothes)
I told her, "Sorry I'm not f*cking, baby, I'm not a hoe"
Had bitches knocking at my door like they was dominoes
They gone say I went 'Pop'

Until a nigga play with me and he get popped
I'm on front row at BET without my Glock
I'm ready to beat a nigga up like I'm The Rock
And she ready to sweep a nigga up because he hot
She ready to eat a nigga up until he lock
She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car
Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop, huh
I told her f*ck the police, yeah

Taking a trip to Mexico, I'm coming right back to town
I sell a lot of perico, been tryna slow it down
Takin' a fo', I put a two on that and then I make it bounce
I took the thirty-six to a hundred-eight and weigh up every ounce
I'm a plug, working a drug hub out in H-town
Bae what up, you my lil' love bug, you with Gates now
Penetrate, while I grip her waist, push her face down
Concentrate, boom, this that base, making grave sounds
Got a graveyard up under my belt, more murders than New Mexico
Thirty-round extension, mini-glizzy and I'm surgical
I'm holding rank in the cartel, I got control in this bitch
Still a book you for a show and get you showed in this bitch
Bread winner, don dada, bitch, we Puerto Rico gangland
A hundred bricks ain't nothing, I push the button and make the plane land
Showed some of you niggas how to grind up out the whole
Then I tied you in with 'migo then I gotcha another low

Yeah, he just told you how to 'Pop'
Until a nigga play with me and he get popped
I'm on front row at BET without my Glock
I'm ready to beat a nigga up like I'm The Rock
And she ready to sweep a nigga up because he hot
She ready to eat a nigga up until he lock
She hit the brakes and speed it up like she a car
Now she got her hands behind her head like I'm a cop, huh
I told her f*ck the police, yeah

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Gospel

(feat. Chance the Rapper, Gucci Mane & YK Osiris)

This shit right here sound like some gospel
I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey
Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty
I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me
And the day I die, I bet Lil Jon going down in history

('Cause I been solo, riding dolo, I been stuntin')
(No hoe, it's a no go, I don't want you)
And everybody wondering why he come around and don't say nothing
('Cause' he be so alone, it's been so long, I can't feel nothing)

Let me pop my shit
I came from shit, three of us and my mom, she couldn't pay rent
Two jobs, all alone, she couldn't quit
We was home alone when we was jits
That's before I was grown, before I was on
I ain't have no shoes, I ain't have no clothes
Let me wear your shoes, let me f*ck your bitch
I ain't have no car, I ain't have no whip
Wonder why a nigga cover his ears when y'all talk
'Cause' it ain't nobody that can tell me shit
I just spent 30K on my daughter birthday
Everybody had fun, nigga everybody lit
When a nigga go home, I don't answer my phone
Everybody wanna leach, everybody want a loan
Everybody wanna talk, everybody wanna click
I don't wanna be friends, nigga get off my dick
I ain't have time to think, I ain't have time to breathe
I been praying to the Lord, I been talking on my knees
I been thinking bout my pops, I been thinking bout my opps
Thinking how I can stop me a nigga when he breathe
When a nigga play with me, I ain't looking for my phone
I ain't finna drive away, I ain't looking for my keys
The f*ck these niggas know about me?

This shit right here sound like some gospel
I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey
Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty
I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me
And the day I die, I bet Lil Jon going down in history

('Cause I been solo, riding dolo, I been stuntin')
(No hoe, it's a no go, I don't want you)
And everybody wondering why he come around and don't say nothing
('Cause' he be so alone, it's been so long, I can't feel nothing)

Put yourself in my shoes
Like I abandoned the race
And you ran in my place
Shoes too big but they use hair strands as a lace, and they break
When it's hot outside, you don't want fans in your face
When you might want a fan in your face
When ya man got a heat and a hand on the waist (Band)
Gotta keep a cool head, niggas got PTSD these days
Some folks ain't live to see these days
I be in the lab like Dex, coolin', taking these Dee Dee breaks
Long, the PD way, I can write a book like TD Jakes
Walking around my city in some house shoes
Know they always wanted someone they could honk and shout too
Just gotta remember got a family and a house too
Don't get caught up with the one that's still function without you

This shit right here sound like some gospel
I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey
Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty
I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me
And the day I die, I bet Lil Jon going down in history

('Cause I been solo, riding dolo, I been stuntin')
(No hoe, it's a no go, I don't want you)
And everybody wondering why he come around and don't say nothing
('Cause' he be so alone, it's been so long, I can't feel nothing)

I'm the only nigga left, homie
It ain't right how they all went left on me
Niggas took my heart and they stepped on it
Lately, I've been hanging by myself, homie
These f*ck niggas make me sick, they got my nauseous
Paranoid, all this money moving cautious
Flipping quarters on the corner to a baller
Run up on Gucci, you gone see the coroner
Bright carrots in my chest, not pointers
Paris fashion week fresh like a foreigner
Nigga tried to rob me now he a goner
Gucci Mane preach that Gospel to the mourners (Wop)

This shit right here sound like some gospel
I lost my daddy the same week that they lost Nipsey
Ain't got no love left in my heart, my shit be empty
I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me
And the day I die, I bet Lil Jon going down in history

('Cause I been solo, riding dolo, I been stuntin')
(No hoe, it's a no go, I don't want you)
And everybody wondering why he come around and don't say nothing
('Cause' he be so alone, it's been so long, I can't feel nothing)

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iPhone

I'm tryna stay up off my iPhone
Told my bitch I love you, that was just a typo
That bitch drive me crazy, she gone make me psycho
Everything I been through, it's something only I know
Ay, I'm tryna stay up off my iPhone
Told my bitch I love you, that was just a typo
That bitch drive me crazy, she gone make me psycho
Everything I been through, it's something only I know, ay

I'm a legend just like Michael
My bitch is ungrateful so I'm out with my side hoe
She gone treat me different, I should make her my hoe
She don't need no surgery, she don't got no lypo
But she got that ass though, told her how to throw it right
She treat me like a motorcycle, ride me like a motorbike, vroom

I just took off, check the speed
I just made 100K off a show
I just made 50K off of weed
You know I like to play with yo hoe
I choke her and pull out her weave
I told her, "Bae I gotta go"
She begging me stay over please
I gotta leave boo
I don't wanna mislead you
I just wanna please you
She looked and said, "Me too"
So I let her ride out
She like how we vibe out
But if you pick my phone up I'ma put you in time out
'Cause I'm

I'm tryna stay up off my iPhone
Told my bitch I love you, that was just a typo
That bitch drive me crazy, she gone make me psycho
Everything I been through, it's something only I know
Ay, I'm tryna stay up off my iPhone
Told my bitch I love you, that was just a typo
That bitch drive me crazy, she gone make me psycho
Everything I been through, it's something only I know

I'm 'bout to tell my dude I love him, then I'm gonna dump him
'Cause to be honest I put my side nigga above him
Tell him that I know that he creeping with that hoe
That's why I'm f*cking that nigga that I be calling my bro
Middle finger, f*ck a-you
Who the f*ck is you?
This L is for you
I'ma take a W

F*ck on the dick then I f*ck up a check
He say he want a kiss but I give him a peck
I said call me Aretha, I want my respect
When you niggas get stupid it's plenty on deck
Ain't about to be sitting home crying for you
Better get one and pick if you buy it in blue
All these niggas is lined up eyeing the coupe
Because taking your spot what they dying to do
Ayo open the door, give me my clothes
Throw me the keys 'cause I'm taking the Rolls
Get any closer we coming to blows
You get the picture, ain't talking a pose

I mean who doing it, doing it
Like we doing it, doing it
Why you ruin it, ruin it
Here we go
How you ain't know a queen from a rat
She saw that cheese now you 'bout to get trapped
How you ain't know a queen from a rat
I run and you gon' be doubling back

I'm tryna stay up off my iPhone
Told my bitch I love you, that was just a typo
That bitch drive me crazy, she gone make me psycho
Everything I been through, it's something only I know
Ay, I'm tryna stay up off my iPhone
Told my bitch I love you, that was just a typo
That bitch drive me crazy, she gone make me psycho
Everything I been through, it's something only I know

Ain't no typo, ain't no Michael
Ain't a psycho, f*ck your iPhone
(Yeah)
F*ck your iPhone

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Toes

(feat. Lil Baby & Moneybagg Yo)

My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice
Say if I leave her she gone die
Well bitch, you done with life
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine
And my lil' bitch say I'm getting too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine

What I look like with all them twenties
Know them hoes like how I'm coming
What I look like with all this money?
How I look having all these hoes?
When I crack a smile, white gold
Yeah I'm talking diamonds, froze
Came from the bottom, toes

Yeah, Backend Baby (A hundred)
That's what they pay me a show
It's probably some cap in my rap, by the time this shit drop
They gone pay me some mo'
And I still can go back to the trap
Send a box, pick it up
Make a play at the store
Feelings still hurt from when I saved that hoe

My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice
Say if I leave her she gone die
Well bitch, you done with life
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine
And my lil' bitch say I'm getting too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine

Nope, too raw
Dope
You know I'm the one of the GOATs
She let me put it in the back of her throat
Walk in the bank with a M in the choke
I'm tryna make a deposit
Let em' try and play with the money
Shawty gon' take off ya noggin'
Long as she want it and pick it I'm buying
I hadn't wrote for a year, I don't try
I get em' wacked, I don't advise em' to try it
Yeah, I'm running shit, I ain't lying
I got a backend for one-twenty-five
I bought a Patek for one-eighty-five
This shit getting easy

My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice
Say if I leave her she gone die
Well bitch, you done with life
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine
And my lil' bitch say I'm getting too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine

Heartless, don't need a valentine (Forever)
I call em' racks, not bands (Why?)
Ain't no rubberband on mine (At all)
I used to be down, down, down, down waiting on taxes time
Look at me now, now, now, now, they pay me to flex and shine
(I'm up, let's get it)
Big Speaker like a eighteen-inch sub
I'm a hunnid, you a dub
Looking for me, I'm booked up
50 Cent, I'm in the club
Diamonds on my earlobe, Ice on dyke
One-fifthy on studs
Rugrat, young nigga got it out the mud

My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice
Say if I leave her she gone die
Well bitch, you done with life
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine
And my lil' bitch say I'm getting too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine

What I look like with all them twenties
Know them hoes like how I'm coming
What I look like with all this money?
How I look having all these hoes?
When I crack a smile, white gold
Yeah I'm talking diamonds, froze
Came from the bottom, toes

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Really

(feat. Stunna 4 Vegas)

Let's go

They wanna know if he can rap, I tell em really
Tell my bitches call me Meek 'cause I done finally got a millie
You know how bitches like to act when they get pretty
Like to turn a nigga down, that's how I act when I get jiggy
F*ck around and tell her, "No", I wanna f*ck the bitch that's witcha
We out of backwoods, shit f*ck it, get a swisher
Smoke a blunt, don't do no other drugs, turn up, go get some liquor
And I know I look good, so take your picture, nigga

Aye bae, I know that I look good, you ain't gotta cap
It ain't my birthday but I wish a nigga would, I ain't gotta rap
Blow out a candle on her booty, that's that cake, she make it clap
She make it shake, we at the shack, she tryna break a nigga back
Yeah, I skipped class, when I was a jit with no hall pass
And I drop dick, I pick it up then I haul ass
She say she wanna f*ck, she don't wanna take a picture
Her pussy Nyquil, I go to sleep every time I hit her
Don't know the password, so, that ain't me if they respond on my Twitter
I got that hot shit, these niggas gotta go rewind it to hear it
They know I pop shit, I'll pop a nigga right now, they know I'm with it
And I only f*ck with bitches if they pretty

They wanna know if he can rap, I tell em really
Tell my bitches call me Meek 'cause I done finally got a millie
You know how bitches like to act when they get pretty
Like to turn a nigga down, that's how I act when I get jiggy
F*ck around and tell her, "No", I wanna f*ck the bitch that's witcha
We out of backwoods, shit f*ck it, get a swisher
Smoke a blunt, don't do no other drugs, turn up, go get some liquor
And I know I look good, so take your picture, nigga

It's 4X
They wanna know if he can spit for real
He think I'm cappin', he think I can't get em' killed for real
Aye, try yo luck, I drop some chip and get you zipped for real
A couple racks ain't shit, bitch, I signed for a couple mill
I send shit up like I popped a wheelie
Got rich like Rowdy, I stood on that block like Meek Millie
Red rag, blue faces, you know my pockets crippin'
I pop tags and drop bags, you play they poppa, nigga
All my neighbor's white folks, they be thinking I'm a dealer
It's 4X, I killed this beat 'cause I'm signed to a killer
And I know she want me 'cause I'm a young rich nigga
And I can't beef with you, if you can't show me six figures, on gang

They wanna know if he can rap, I tell em really
Tell my bitches call me Meek 'cause I done finally got a millie
You know how bitches like to act when they get pretty
Like to turn a nigga down, that's how I act when I get jiggy
F*ck around and tell her, "No", I wanna f*ck the bitch that's witcha
We out of backwoods, shit f*ck it, get a swisher
Smoke a blunt, don't do no other drugs, turn up, go get some liquor
And I know I look good, so take your picture, nigga

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Prolly Heard

Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga
Prolly heard I'm a hoe from a hoe
I don't know what you know
I ain't running from no nigga
These bitches be waiting in line after shows
I don't won't f*ck with her, let my bro hit her
I'm the first one to come out of Charlotte
Niggas know I put on for that fo' nigga

'Bout to buy a new lambo, let's go, nigga
Tired of selling them zips, get a bow, nigga
Me and Da used to post at the store
Gucci Mane in 06', swing my door, nigga
I told her, "I keep hearing voices"
Why he rich and he keep wearing Forces?
These niggas, they lactose intolerant (How 'bout you?)
Bitch, I'm married to cheese, no divorcing
Bitch, you can't get a ring if you want it
I pull up with a bitch that's so thick, think I'm Norbit
Slamming a hoe like I'm O'Neal
She want money for pussy, bitch, no deal
You can bet if I f*ck, it's a freebie
Bitches pay VIP just to see me
I'm a shark, he a shrimp, nigga peewee
F*ck a rapper, I spit on his CD
Bitch ass nigga

Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga
Prolly heard I'm a hoe from a hoe
I don't know what you know
I ain't running from no nigga
These bitches be waiting in line after shows
I don't want f*ck with her, let my bro hit her
I'm the first one to come out of Charlotte
Niggas know I put on for that fo' nigga

Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga
Prolly heard I'm a hoe from a hoe
I don't know what you know
I ain't running from no nigga
These bitches be waiting in line after shows
I don't want f*ck with her, let my bro hit her
I'm the first one to come out of Charlotte
Niggas know I put on for that fo', nigga

I'm still in the city bitch, no doubt
Gotta give me six figures to go out
I count up 50K 'fore I walk through
You try me at my show we gone show out
I just left the club with yo hoe, f*cked her right on the floor
She said I f*cked up her blow out
My bad boo, I thought that was weave
Orange juice, the first nigga try me, I squeeze
Before I f*cked her, f*cked a few of her friends
Can you tell her stop calling me please?
Bitches know I'm a dog off the leash
A big dog, niggas call me OG
Cross that line with us, he can't come back and say, "Sorry"
My city, they call that a plea
Let these rap niggas lie like it's sweet
I'm from Charlotte, you die when it's beef, nigga

Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga
Prolly heard I'm a hoe from a hoe
I don't know what you know
I ain't running from no nigga
These bitches be waiting in line after shows
I don't want f*ck with her, let my bro hit her
I'm the first one to come out of Charlotte
Niggas know I put on for that fo' nigga

Prolly heard I was broke from a broke nigga
Prolly heard I'm a hoe from a hoe
I don't know what you know
I ain't running from no nigga
These bitches be waiting in line after shows
I don't want f*ck with her, let my bro hit her
I'm the first one to come out of Charlotte
Niggas know I put on for that fo' nigga

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Raw Shit

(feat. Migos)

They said they want some of that raw shit
Turn it up, I'm a sit in the car, bitch
If you turn off yo lights, you gone see me at night
Hoe, you know I'm a muhf*ckin' star bitch
How I know you ain't from where I'm from?
'Cause you know you can't go leave your gun in the car, dick
Nigga like me walk down on yo ass
Leave you stuck in the sand like a muhf*ckin' star fish

Where the backwoods at, I'm tryna smoke something
STG, swear to God they don't want nothing
STD, play with fire I'm a burn something
Back-to-back in scat pack doing donuts
Starting not getting head till I want some
She eat up the two-ball, the screwball like ice-cream
Who you know wear designer with Nike?
I smile and I show off my dimples, I'm icy
Name a label that's f*cking with my team
Somebody come give me a challenge, excite me
Nigga better stay away from that water
I let this bitch off, it's gone hit you like lightning
How the f*ck they let Baby go platinum?
I thought he was whack and they didn't even like em'
You can come see my plaque on my wall
Walk around in my draws, talking shit in my castle
Think he sick? Wipe his nose, I'm a napkin
Take his bitch, that's my hoe, I'm her daddy
Ship the shit to yo door, send the addy
Mix it in with the low, does it matter?
Nigga, know I was having that remix
I play pussy and burn ya, that's defense
Baby, pull out my dick and she eat it
She like how I be kicking that street shit
That's ya boy, he aight, he ain't me bitch
Check me out on yo screen, BET, bitch
Know I got the whole gang in LA
I'm strapped up with that thang in LA
I hop off the plane and I skate
She 'bout to come bring me some brain, that's my bae
I can't go back and forth with a hoe
Like a bitch who gon' do everything that I say

Say they want some of that trap talk
I get a brick, let it moonwalk
The K shoot silent but it still talk
Smoke with the pilot in the skybox
The Cullinan came with a umbrella
But guess no prongs, they stand together
I lift my arm and change the weather
Turn a bitch from nothing to a Cinderella

They said they want some of that raw shit
Turn it up, I'm a sit in the car, bitch
If you turn off yo lights, you gone see me at night
Hoe, you know I'm a muhf*ckin' star bitch
How I know you ain't from where I'm from?
'Cause you know you can't go leave your gun in the car, dick
Nigga like me walk down on yo ass
Leave you stuck in the sand like a muhf*ckin' star fish

They said they want some of that raw shit
Turn it up, I'm a sit in the car, bitch
If you turn off yo lights, you gone see me at night
Hoe, you know I'm a muhf*ckin' star bitch
How I know you ain't from where I'm from?
'Cause you know you can't go leave your gun in the car, dick
Nigga like me walk down on yo ass
Leave you stuck in the sand like a muhf*ckin' star fish

I feel like I'm sipping on activis
Might as well turn to a activist
The meeting was corporate, walked in like we been there
Man, they know we really was savages
Ain't in a UPS or with the Fedex
But a nigga be packing it
Ain't tryna bag or boast
Or tell em' something they don't know but a nigga be having it
Metal on me all time
Beefing with metal detectors and magnets
Bitch, I'm with Set and DaBaby
Hit the racetrack just to see who the fastest
This Dray came out of a cast
Don't make us put yo bitch ass in a casket
We wrapping up plastic
Actually, I get the backend, hot like a dragon

I hit the cook then I ash it
I fish-tale the demon, I drag it
These niggas broke, maggots
Take yo bitch throat, stab it
Audemar baguettes got added
Crack the stick, pay the hit when it's static
Yeah my bitch is the baddest, I'm bragging
Quarter-mill on the Richard, it's plastic

They said they want some of that raw shit
Turn it up, I'm a sit in the car, bitch
If you turn off yo lights, you gone see me at night
Hoe, you know I'm a muhf*ckin' star bitch
How I know you ain't from where I'm from?
'Cause you know you can't go leave your gun in the car, dick
Nigga like me walk down on yo ass
Leave you stuck in the sand like a muhf*ckin' starfish

They said they want some of that raw shit
Turn it up, I'm a sit in the car, bitch
If you turn off yo lights, you gone see me at night
Hoe, you know I'm a muhf*ckin' star bitch
How I know you ain't from where I'm from?
'Cause you know you can't go leave your gun in the car, dick
Nigga like me walk down on yo ass
Leave you stuck in the sand like a muhf*ckin' starfish

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THERE HE GO

(We got London on the track)
Okay
(I'm in London, got my beat from London)

You know I ain't never have shit (Okay)
Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed
By a white man, 'cause his daughter f*ck with my adlibs
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad sis"
That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch

I'ma buy a Lambo 'fore this album hit the fans, bitch
Tell the valet park my shit at the front
I'ma hit the gas bitch
I just did five shows, three days
Came back with that bag bitch
Pockets holding 45K and a fo'-five, so I sag bitch
If a fat bitch know how to get some money I'll f*ck a fat bitch
Got a show coming up in London and got London on the track bitch
I give a fan a high-five at the airport, she did a backflip
I just went platinum and I'm coming back like

I don't think that they know Baby
I don't think that they know Baby
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go

Who said they can f*ck with Baby?
Who said they can f*ck with Baby?
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go

Man, f*ck Baby
That lil' nigga in there
She really selling pussy, she act like she selling swimwear
A couple thousand to ya name, act like a millionaire
But I don't knock your hustle
Get it out the mud, I been there
Man, I'm so tired of niggas talking about who broke
Like we ain't all come from the bottom
We came up, I give 'em hope
And way before a nigga signed and made a rhyme
I was providing for my side
I had em' low and they had 'em high
You shopped with me, you ain't gotta lie

Now a nigga legit, huh
Fifty-thousand just to walk through
And do my one-two on yo bitch, huh
And bougie hoes didn't wanna f*ck with me
Now I got em' all on my dick now
Like Lil Baby, fo' pockets all full
The money can't fit now
Man, I pull up, niggas hollering

I don't think that they know Baby
I don't think that they know Baby
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go

Who said they can f*ck with Baby?
Who said they can f*ck with Baby?
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go, there he go
There he go

You know I ain't never have shit (Okay)
Now I'm somewhere in a meeting getting my ass kissed
By a white man, 'cause his daughter f*ck with my adlibs
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My bad sis"
That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch

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XXL

(I got 20 on my beat)
Everybody know my name ringing bells, ringing bells like the hallway
I ain't gotta cap in no muhf*ckin' rap, I'll whip out and air it out broad day
I got in with that stick and I'm with that
Break a nigga in half like a kit-kat
I've been tryna be positive, mama
They ain't f*cking with Jonathan, mama (Nope)
Who you know put they muhf*ckin' self on the map and now they don't owe nobody shit? (Me)
I send one of my lil' niggas come take you off, you get laid on the floor by a jit
Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket, the police, they know I'm legit
The police they know I got sticks, they be worried about me
They know I'm a clique
These niggas they know I'm a dog, I ain't worried about em'
I know he a bitch
The next nigga that come play with me, I'ma send him to go ask Tupac for a pic (Bitch)
They say I'm the hottest new nigga, go check the thermometer, that nigga sick (Hot)
Nigga must have a fever or something
Heard he was born up in Cleveland or something
Let me give you a history lesson, we moved back to Charlotte 1999 (Okay)
I ain't saying that none of that matters
'Cause if somebody touch me then somebody dying (No cap)
Why he talking so calm when he say that?
How he make em' rewind and replay that?
Who you know get a fade once a week and they tryna get waves
F*ck a muhf*ckin' wave cap
Every time that the DJ play 'Suge' niggas throw up they arms like a muhf*ckin' race track
Every time that my baby girl see me, she run and say daddy
I love when she say that
Every time I hit one of my moves all the bitches go crazy
They like how I do that
I keep one in the head
If I don't let off first, I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back
Yeah I'm coming like Blade in this bitch
F*ck around and walk down in a trench coat
They gon' have to put me with the greats
Wanna f*ck with me? She gotta wait (Bitch)

One the yacht with me, me, and the kid (It's four of us)
We on the sea eating steak (Yup)
I won't go back and forth with a shrimp
You going out sad about a hoe, I'm a pimp
He keep bumping his muhf*ckin' gums
We gone put his ass up like a muhf*ckin' blimp (Bitch)
Like to talk on the pillow with hoes, that's gone get em' exposed
He a muhf*ckin' simp
You know he got that thang on em' baby
Quit asking him why that boy walk with a limp
I don't care bout this muhf*ckin' chain
But I still buss yo muhf*ckin' brain
Just got head on a muhf*ckin' plane
Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth
End up f*cking this hoe from the back
I knew her for a day, she on go, she the swoop
And these niggas ain't living like that
Why he talking so gangsta?
Yo bro, he a fluke
They know Baby gone blow, he a flute
They know Baby gone blow, he the bomb
They know Baby was just in Miami, now he in LA
Nigga think he Lebron

They know Baby go Baby on Baby
But five years ago, nigga say he was Jon
I touched down at the front of the plane
And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton (Dumb fast)
While he drive me around I be blowing out pressure
I'm chilling back seat with the iron
Bitch