Yeah, proud of my losses, I don't care if I'm winning
I see the way they mug, ain't finna' stay with you niggas
You know I stay down like a thug, I climbed the stairs with my niggas
They like, "Baby, come get yo' spot"
I'll be right there in a minute, I'll be right there in a minute
It's all good, you know I gotta' take the heart away
But that's the way it go we don't let 'em come and take yo' heart away
Or let 'em take your soul away
It go down I'm a slang, I'mma' drop my nuts and let 'em hang
My daughters a family, I already know the play
Sippin' on this tequila, tryna' imagine what my bro would say
Caught up inside of the media, sitting there laughing, nigga, I know you ain't
Thinking it won't go down about my struggle
Thinking it won't go down about my struggle, nigga, I know you ain't
I can damn near walk in that bitch with my eyes closed, nigga, I know the bank
I'mma give you the real thing every time, ain't no need to overthink
Ready to go through whatever, I know they don't understand the way a solider think
Nigga probably had too much dip on his chip, probably ain't know his rank
Get you out contact, let you finish your sentence and sit there and know it's fake
The repo' man came and took a car, guess the note was late
Don't say that, nuh-uh, I hope it ain't
Know I got your back and later you gon' tell 'em f*ck me, like I ain't over play
I'm the typa' nigga know you really need it, I'mma' go and do it anyway
You ever ride for a nigga, die for a nigga and they ever feel a way
And never even feel the need to even come and talk to you, they just drift away
I'mma run it nigga, pick a play
Hold it up like what my riches say
F*ck that nigga like my bitches say, f*ck that nigga like my bitches say?
Just look at my eyes I done been through some shit, that's probably what my picture say
Scared to hold my head up and let you see the real me cause' I been thuggin', baby
Want you to know that I appreciate the way you make me feel, I know you love me, baby
Hold me closer when you f*ck me, baby, hold me closer when we f*cking, baby
I'mma need you to go put a Draco on your name and never report it stolen
Make you look over your shoulder, all of their face, whenever you bust it open
I don't like your friends, f*ck your homies
Say it two times, f*ck your homies
Say it three times, f*ck your homies, yeah, yeah, yeah
It's hard to not use my hands, like I'm a man, when you sitting there suckin' on me
It's hard not to love this bitch when I'm out here thuggin', ain't no one loving on me
I don't like your friends, f*ck your homies
Say it two times, f*ck your homies
Say it three times, f*ck your homies
I wear my losses, I don't care if I'm winning
They won't see me on the top, I'll be back there in a minute
Did everything straight from the heart, they see me stand on the business
We won't see you back on the charts, I'll back there in a minute, I'll be back there in a minute
It's all good, you know I gotta' take a stiff away
They ever shut you off, you better go and find a different way, or go and find another way
F*ck these niggas, no, none of these niggas love me just like my brother say
Gotta watch who you sit and call your friend, that's what my mother say
Then go right back and be there to save 'em, just like my mother do
My heart too big and that's why niggas always playing, it's all because of you
Always get back home safe because you always praying, it's all because of you, praying it's all because of you
DaBaby - How TF Is This A Mixtape? Album Lyrics
DaBaby - How TF Is This A Mixtape? Lyrics
Writer: Adam Gamble, Anthony Mosley, Jamarii Massey, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Gimme A Reason
Yeah, blame my mama for the way that I'm rockin', I'm way too conceited and cocky
Yeah, anxious, waitin' on a bitch ass nigga to give me a reason to pop it
Ungrateful, told 'em I ain't puttin' out an album 'til they gimme a reason to drop it
Yeah, Blanket and I ain't goin' nowhere, niggas still gotta see me in Charlotte, huh (yeah, yeah)
Pullin' up, parkin' two mill' worth of car front of the same store I used to sell Os (yeah, uh)
Pullin' up, parkin' two mill' worth of car front of the same store I used to sell bows (let's go)
Every time Baby drop, niggas be like, "Boy, you hell on them niggas," I know (let's go)
And he could have stayed on the charts for a decade, but he wasn't sellin' his soul
F*ck that, I done cooled off, now I'm good again, huh
Standin' on business, no Coulda Been, huh
Standin' on business, no Druski, nigga the bitches want me to come put it in, huh (yeah)
Bust down, part in the middle of her
Head and I'm finna come give it to her
I'm workin', no time to spend in a rush (nope)
Worser, y'all not real niggas to us, I still gotta tree full of apples (mm)
No longer breathin', we smacked 'em, nigga
I'm the real thing and they actin', yeah, why the f*ck would they think I was canceled? Huh
This shit in my blood, we gon' thug how we thug, 2019, my mama beat cancer (2019)
2019, I found out my daddy wasn't breathin' no more, y'all was dancin', let's go
Talkin' 'bout packin' the mail, I wanna see someone bleed but I kept on advancin', yeah
Boppin' around with my nina, you know where I be at, you play, I'ma stamp you, huh
Y'all niggas gon' have to see me, you know every problem God gave me an answer
Yeah, they tried to serve me a subpoena, before I pay them, I'ma blow up my mansion, nigga
Blame my mama for the way that I'm rockin', I'm way too conceited and cocky
Yeah, anxious, waitin' on a bitch ass nigga to give me a reason to pop it
Ungrateful, told 'em I ain't puttin' out an album 'til they gimme a reason to drop it
Yeah, Blanket and I ain't goin' nowhere, niggas still gotta see me in Charlotte, huh (pussy)
Blanket and I ain't goin' nowhere, oh, you angry, I got ya ho over here
Goin' baby, talkin' my shit up in here (yeah), look at my bitch, be like get over her
It's easy, I brought the blick up in here (Blick) shake one of y'all like a pit up In here (rrr)
Knock out ya insides, they way over there, f*ck how they feel, I'on play, I'on care
I tried to be humble, they f*cked 'round and took it for weakness (oh), yeah, I had to have faith
I let go the wheel of the Maybach and gave it to Jesus, uh, they back on my plate
And I'm hungrier than a muhf*cka, I'm plannin' on eatin', yeah, I'm already great
Take over the vibe in the room and I ain't even speakin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hold up
Blame my mama for the way that I'm rockin', I'm way too conceited and cocky
Yeah, anxious, waitin' on a bitch ass nigga to give me a reason to pop it
Ungrateful, told 'em I ain't puttin' out an album 'til they gimme a reason to drop it
Yeah, Blanket and I ain't goin' nowhere, niggas still gotta see me in Charlotte, huh
Yeah, anxious, waitin' on a bitch ass nigga to give me a reason to pop it
Ungrateful, told 'em I ain't puttin' out an album 'til they gimme a reason to drop it
Yeah, Blanket and I ain't goin' nowhere, niggas still gotta see me in Charlotte, huh (yeah, yeah)
Pullin' up, parkin' two mill' worth of car front of the same store I used to sell Os (yeah, uh)
Pullin' up, parkin' two mill' worth of car front of the same store I used to sell bows (let's go)
Every time Baby drop, niggas be like, "Boy, you hell on them niggas," I know (let's go)
And he could have stayed on the charts for a decade, but he wasn't sellin' his soul
F*ck that, I done cooled off, now I'm good again, huh
Standin' on business, no Coulda Been, huh
Standin' on business, no Druski, nigga the bitches want me to come put it in, huh (yeah)
Bust down, part in the middle of her
Head and I'm finna come give it to her
I'm workin', no time to spend in a rush (nope)
Worser, y'all not real niggas to us, I still gotta tree full of apples (mm)
No longer breathin', we smacked 'em, nigga
I'm the real thing and they actin', yeah, why the f*ck would they think I was canceled? Huh
This shit in my blood, we gon' thug how we thug, 2019, my mama beat cancer (2019)
2019, I found out my daddy wasn't breathin' no more, y'all was dancin', let's go
Talkin' 'bout packin' the mail, I wanna see someone bleed but I kept on advancin', yeah
Boppin' around with my nina, you know where I be at, you play, I'ma stamp you, huh
Y'all niggas gon' have to see me, you know every problem God gave me an answer
Yeah, they tried to serve me a subpoena, before I pay them, I'ma blow up my mansion, nigga
Blame my mama for the way that I'm rockin', I'm way too conceited and cocky
Yeah, anxious, waitin' on a bitch ass nigga to give me a reason to pop it
Ungrateful, told 'em I ain't puttin' out an album 'til they gimme a reason to drop it
Yeah, Blanket and I ain't goin' nowhere, niggas still gotta see me in Charlotte, huh (pussy)
Blanket and I ain't goin' nowhere, oh, you angry, I got ya ho over here
Goin' baby, talkin' my shit up in here (yeah), look at my bitch, be like get over her
It's easy, I brought the blick up in here (Blick) shake one of y'all like a pit up In here (rrr)
Knock out ya insides, they way over there, f*ck how they feel, I'on play, I'on care
I tried to be humble, they f*cked 'round and took it for weakness (oh), yeah, I had to have faith
I let go the wheel of the Maybach and gave it to Jesus, uh, they back on my plate
And I'm hungrier than a muhf*cka, I'm plannin' on eatin', yeah, I'm already great
Take over the vibe in the room and I ain't even speakin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hold up
Blame my mama for the way that I'm rockin', I'm way too conceited and cocky
Yeah, anxious, waitin' on a bitch ass nigga to give me a reason to pop it
Ungrateful, told 'em I ain't puttin' out an album 'til they gimme a reason to drop it
Yeah, Blanket and I ain't goin' nowhere, niggas still gotta see me in Charlotte, huh
Writer: Adam Gamble, Anthony Mosley, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Carry It On
Yeah
Bitch
Know you don't love me, so tell me you don't
Can't sit here long, keep on carryin' on
Paranoid nigga, don't stare at me long
Gun in my bag, almost carried it on
Jonathan never'll go like a bitch
Hide all my tickets and bury my songs
Kirk, he a man, he stand on what he feel
The whole world against him, he stand on it strong
I see you caught on the media, huh?
You never met you a nigga to stand on the business
So that's why you leavin' me, huh?
I kept it pimpin', ain't let 'em catch on when I seen her
But bae, I been schemin' on her
Roll up, bae, go put some weed in a blunt
Buss it wide open, been fiendin' for her
Workin' real hard, she been needin' to f*ck
All by myself, ain't been needin' no one, no viagra, I been keepin' it up
I'm a savage, he think he twenty-one, I'm not average, they gon' see when it's done
I'ma make sure that my daughters grow up with their daddy, I'ma keep me a gun
With the glasses like I'm Stevie Wonder, on their asses, I don't see anyone
Know you don't love me, so tell me you don't
Can't sit here long, keep on carryin' on
Paranoid nigga, don't stare at me long
Gun in my bag, almost carried it on
Jonathan never'll go like a bitch
Hide all my tickets and bury my songs
Kirk, he a man, he stand on what he feel
The whole world against him, he stand on it strong
Go through it, nigga, and stand on that shit
Nuts to the floor, I'm the man in this bitch
Motion, I can't stand, never still
Soldier, I'm a stand up for real
Focus, time to man up for real
F*ck all the fame, give a damn 'bout the deal
I put the morals and principles first
'Cause I'm still a man when I stand in the mirror
They was tryna tell me they love me, it's hard to believe it
'Cause growin' up, some of my family ain't even really love me
This shit'll get deeper then a muhf*ckin' sea
It's a shark in this bitch, better swim over there or get eaten
Nigga, can't even take no advice from you niggas
You see in their face how they schemin'
I can't even look at these niggas
I know you don't love me, so tell me you don't
Can't sit here long, keep on carryin' on
Paranoid nigga, don't stare at me long
Gun in my bag, almost carried it on
Jonathan never'll go like a bitch
Hide all my tickets and bury my songs
Kirk, he a man, he stand on what he feel
The whole world against him, he stand on it strong
I see you caught on the media, huh?
You never met you a nigga to stand on the business
So that's why you leavin' me, huh?
I kept it pimpin', ain't let 'em catch on when I seen her
But bae, I been schemin' on her
Roll up, bae, go put some weed in a blunt
Buss it wide open, been fiendin' for her
Workin' real hard, she been needin' to f*ck
Bitch
Know you don't love me, so tell me you don't
Can't sit here long, keep on carryin' on
Paranoid nigga, don't stare at me long
Gun in my bag, almost carried it on
Jonathan never'll go like a bitch
Hide all my tickets and bury my songs
Kirk, he a man, he stand on what he feel
The whole world against him, he stand on it strong
I see you caught on the media, huh?
You never met you a nigga to stand on the business
So that's why you leavin' me, huh?
I kept it pimpin', ain't let 'em catch on when I seen her
But bae, I been schemin' on her
Roll up, bae, go put some weed in a blunt
Buss it wide open, been fiendin' for her
Workin' real hard, she been needin' to f*ck
All by myself, ain't been needin' no one, no viagra, I been keepin' it up
I'm a savage, he think he twenty-one, I'm not average, they gon' see when it's done
I'ma make sure that my daughters grow up with their daddy, I'ma keep me a gun
With the glasses like I'm Stevie Wonder, on their asses, I don't see anyone
Know you don't love me, so tell me you don't
Can't sit here long, keep on carryin' on
Paranoid nigga, don't stare at me long
Gun in my bag, almost carried it on
Jonathan never'll go like a bitch
Hide all my tickets and bury my songs
Kirk, he a man, he stand on what he feel
The whole world against him, he stand on it strong
Go through it, nigga, and stand on that shit
Nuts to the floor, I'm the man in this bitch
Motion, I can't stand, never still
Soldier, I'm a stand up for real
Focus, time to man up for real
F*ck all the fame, give a damn 'bout the deal
I put the morals and principles first
'Cause I'm still a man when I stand in the mirror
They was tryna tell me they love me, it's hard to believe it
'Cause growin' up, some of my family ain't even really love me
This shit'll get deeper then a muhf*ckin' sea
It's a shark in this bitch, better swim over there or get eaten
Nigga, can't even take no advice from you niggas
You see in their face how they schemin'
I can't even look at these niggas
I know you don't love me, so tell me you don't
Can't sit here long, keep on carryin' on
Paranoid nigga, don't stare at me long
Gun in my bag, almost carried it on
Jonathan never'll go like a bitch
Hide all my tickets and bury my songs
Kirk, he a man, he stand on what he feel
The whole world against him, he stand on it strong
I see you caught on the media, huh?
You never met you a nigga to stand on the business
So that's why you leavin' me, huh?
I kept it pimpin', ain't let 'em catch on when I seen her
But bae, I been schemin' on her
Roll up, bae, go put some weed in a blunt
Buss it wide open, been fiendin' for her
Workin' real hard, she been needin' to f*ck
Writer: Adam Gamble, Anthony Mosley, Jonathan Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Ain't That A Bitch
Yeah, and this for any big dog, nigga, any provider
You know what I'm sayin'? Any nigga that, you know, make sure everybody fed
You know and then when your food slow up, everybody fold on you (Firzt back like he left or somethin')
Yeah
And you know, sometimes the way shit unfold, you gotta just goddamn, you know
Be like, damn, ain't that a bitch?
Shit just have you like, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ain't that a bitch?
Damn, ain't that a bitch?
The more and more famous you get
It be the same niggas that you came up with
Act like you ain't never gave 'em shit
And, nigga, I ain't never once act like I did
But I'm the one that always help pay your rent
That money slow down and these niggas forget
Don't know how to stay down, boy, you niggas trip, yeah
Watch how I turn up on all of these niggas
Ain't finna be sittin' 'round arguin' with niggas
I'ma show these f*ck niggas they ain't nothin' like me
I'ma lose it all, get it back, ball on you niggas
Had it on fire, niggas stayed on my phone
When they thought I fell off, they wasn't callin' a nigga
I noticed I kept it realer than them
I'ma stay out they way 'fore I kill one of them
I'm the best f*ckin' rapper of my era
I ain't just become that, bitch, I been one of them
How you still got that ass, but you slimmer than slim?
The f*ck you do that? You must been in the gym
Smilin', she must wanna give me some trim
My hoes come around, they be feelin' me in
She asked me, "Ayy, how you feel 'bout your friends?"
What?
Damn, ain't that a bitch?
The more and more famous you get
It be the same niggas that you came up with
Act like you ain't never gave 'em shit
And, nigga, I ain't never once act like I did
But I'm the one that always help pay your rent
That money slow down and these niggas forget
Don't know how to stay down, boy, you niggas trip, yeah
I'ma be the one to put you down, pay attention
Hopin' that this ain't a waste of time, you gotta listen
Honestly, I'm livin' and I'm dyin' with this pimpin'
Don't ever talk down on your dog around them bitches
Ain't never lookin' at my brother woman, I'on play that
You thuggin' and you fell in love with a nigga, say that
I never thought I'd be the only nigga in this Maybach
Ridin' with my gun, lookin' 'round like
Damn, ain't that a bitch?
The more and more famous you get
It be the same niggas that you came up with
Act like you ain't never gave 'em shit
And, nigga, I ain't never once act like I did
But I'm the one that always help pay your rent
That money slow down and these niggas forget
Don't know how to stay down, boy, you niggas trip
And it be like, you know
Niggas know I ain't one of them niggas that count favors
You know what I'm sayin'? But we, we took a sheet of paper
And we wrote down what I done did for niggas
You get what I'm sayin'?
Like, ain't that a bitch?
The more and more famous you get
It be the same niggas that you came up with
Act like you ain't never gave 'em shit
And, nigga, I ain't never once act like I did
But I'm the one that always help pay your rent
That money slow down and these niggas forget
Boy, you niggas a trip
You know, you niggas tripped me out, dog
These niggas and these bitches, bruh
But it's all good, I hope we can goddamn, you know, mend this shit
It's human nature, you know what I'm sayin'?
So don't be, don't be too proud for the conver-, you know?
Don't be too proud for the goddamn holdin' yourself accountable, and come, you know
Approach your brother like a man, man, come holla at your brother, man
You know what's happenin' with me, you know I got you, nigga
Let's do it, nigga, you know, I'm yo' crutch when you goddamn fall, nigga
Get up
But you know, if that's too much for your pride, if that's too much for your heart
You know what I'm sayin'? You know, you know me, nigga, real nigga
I wish you the best on all your endeavors, and I'ma be the first one to clap for you
But other than that, I'ma be sittin' in the back like
Damn, ain't that a bitch?
You know what I'm sayin'? Any nigga that, you know, make sure everybody fed
You know and then when your food slow up, everybody fold on you (Firzt back like he left or somethin')
Yeah
And you know, sometimes the way shit unfold, you gotta just goddamn, you know
Be like, damn, ain't that a bitch?
Shit just have you like, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ain't that a bitch?
Damn, ain't that a bitch?
The more and more famous you get
It be the same niggas that you came up with
Act like you ain't never gave 'em shit
And, nigga, I ain't never once act like I did
But I'm the one that always help pay your rent
That money slow down and these niggas forget
Don't know how to stay down, boy, you niggas trip, yeah
Watch how I turn up on all of these niggas
Ain't finna be sittin' 'round arguin' with niggas
I'ma show these f*ck niggas they ain't nothin' like me
I'ma lose it all, get it back, ball on you niggas
Had it on fire, niggas stayed on my phone
When they thought I fell off, they wasn't callin' a nigga
I noticed I kept it realer than them
I'ma stay out they way 'fore I kill one of them
I'm the best f*ckin' rapper of my era
I ain't just become that, bitch, I been one of them
How you still got that ass, but you slimmer than slim?
The f*ck you do that? You must been in the gym
Smilin', she must wanna give me some trim
My hoes come around, they be feelin' me in
She asked me, "Ayy, how you feel 'bout your friends?"
What?
Damn, ain't that a bitch?
The more and more famous you get
It be the same niggas that you came up with
Act like you ain't never gave 'em shit
And, nigga, I ain't never once act like I did
But I'm the one that always help pay your rent
That money slow down and these niggas forget
Don't know how to stay down, boy, you niggas trip, yeah
I'ma be the one to put you down, pay attention
Hopin' that this ain't a waste of time, you gotta listen
Honestly, I'm livin' and I'm dyin' with this pimpin'
Don't ever talk down on your dog around them bitches
Ain't never lookin' at my brother woman, I'on play that
You thuggin' and you fell in love with a nigga, say that
I never thought I'd be the only nigga in this Maybach
Ridin' with my gun, lookin' 'round like
Damn, ain't that a bitch?
The more and more famous you get
It be the same niggas that you came up with
Act like you ain't never gave 'em shit
And, nigga, I ain't never once act like I did
But I'm the one that always help pay your rent
That money slow down and these niggas forget
Don't know how to stay down, boy, you niggas trip
And it be like, you know
Niggas know I ain't one of them niggas that count favors
You know what I'm sayin'? But we, we took a sheet of paper
And we wrote down what I done did for niggas
You get what I'm sayin'?
Like, ain't that a bitch?
The more and more famous you get
It be the same niggas that you came up with
Act like you ain't never gave 'em shit
And, nigga, I ain't never once act like I did
But I'm the one that always help pay your rent
That money slow down and these niggas forget
Boy, you niggas a trip
You know, you niggas tripped me out, dog
These niggas and these bitches, bruh
But it's all good, I hope we can goddamn, you know, mend this shit
It's human nature, you know what I'm sayin'?
So don't be, don't be too proud for the conver-, you know?
Don't be too proud for the goddamn holdin' yourself accountable, and come, you know
Approach your brother like a man, man, come holla at your brother, man
You know what's happenin' with me, you know I got you, nigga
Let's do it, nigga, you know, I'm yo' crutch when you goddamn fall, nigga
Get up
But you know, if that's too much for your pride, if that's too much for your heart
You know what I'm sayin'? You know, you know me, nigga, real nigga
I wish you the best on all your endeavors, and I'ma be the first one to clap for you
But other than that, I'ma be sittin' in the back like
Damn, ain't that a bitch?
Writer: Adam Gamble, Anthony Mosley, Jonathan Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Did It
Yeah, okay
I'm feeling strong today, yeah
I'm feeling strong
Yeah, this big dawg shit, nigga, grown man music
You know this accountability song, you know what I'm saying
(Firzt back like he left or somethin')
I did some wrong, okay, I admit it
They not as strong, so they not gon' get it
Ain't on what I'm on, so they not gon' feel it
Even went out alone, I stand on the business
Yeah, wear that thong, don't care bout the titties
I ever do wrong, then tell me, no feelings
I did some wrong, okay, I admit it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I got the faith of a mustard seed, I move a mountain, my flow it got'cha
Heard you dehydrated, better come f*ck with me, bitch, this a fountain, go check my resume
I got His favor on me, you don't know no better, so you doubting
Everywhere I go, you know I got haters on me
Got them bitch ass niggas in here pouting, I'm like, "What's happening?"
I bought that fully out with me today, and I hope they don't try me, I get it cracking
Too pretty to f*ck face-to-face, gotta' turn her around and f*ck on her backwards, yeah
Ain't living a f*ck what he say, nigga damn near a broad, a muh'f*ckin' actress
That's why you pass all that money around to feed all ya' dawgs, you best pay ya' taxes, yeah
Get over there in that chair, put that ass right there, we don't need no mattress (yeah)
Yeah, a nigga try right here, he gon' die right here, ain't no need to ask me (yup)
Yeah, I f*cked a few of them hoes, you leave, you can go, I don't need attachments (yup)
Done crossed out a few of these niggas, bet ya' that them f*ck niggas won't be the last ones, yeah
I did some wrong, okay, I admit it
They not as strong, so they not gon' get it
Ain't on what I'm on, so they not gon' feel it
Even went out alone, I stand on the business
Yeah, wear that thong, don't care bout the titties
I ever do wrong, then tell me, no feelings
I did some wrong, okay, I admit it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I'm feeling strong like Popeye when he ate the spinach, tell me somethin' else
Okay, don't f*ck with me wrong 'cause Baby, shit, he stand on business, go get some help
I need you to help me home if you ever see me in my feelings, f*ck how I felt
I'm back puttin' ass whoopings down on all these other f*ck niggas, go get my belt
I'm tryna stay way away from any bitch ass nigga I'm feeling that don't mean me well
I really wanna pull my .40 out and smack him with it, point it at him, I know he gon' tell
I wanna tell any nigga hating on me, I hope that he die today and go to hell
I know that they watching for Baby to fail
I ain't finna die and I ain't going to jail
And I ain't finna fold for no muhf*cking paper, I'ma go head and stand over here where I stand
As soon as you deal with me like I'm a boy, you gon' see that you standing right here with a man
You come 'round here playing like that if you want, I'ma cool that shit off, nigga, go get the fan
I did some wrong and I'm sorry, my baby, here go our plane tickets, let's go catch a tan, cool
I did some wrong, okay, I admit it
They not as strong, so they not gon' get it
Ain't on what I'm on, so they not gon' feel it
Even went out alone, I stand on the business
Yeah, wear that thong, don't care bout the titties
I ever do wrong, then tell me, no feelings
I did some wrong, okay, I admit it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I did some wrong, okay, I admit it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
Yeah, I'm feeling strong
I'm feeling strong today, yeah
I'm feeling strong
I'm feeling strong today, yeah
I'm feeling strong today, yeah
I'm feeling strong
Yeah, this big dawg shit, nigga, grown man music
You know this accountability song, you know what I'm saying
(Firzt back like he left or somethin')
I did some wrong, okay, I admit it
They not as strong, so they not gon' get it
Ain't on what I'm on, so they not gon' feel it
Even went out alone, I stand on the business
Yeah, wear that thong, don't care bout the titties
I ever do wrong, then tell me, no feelings
I did some wrong, okay, I admit it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I got the faith of a mustard seed, I move a mountain, my flow it got'cha
Heard you dehydrated, better come f*ck with me, bitch, this a fountain, go check my resume
I got His favor on me, you don't know no better, so you doubting
Everywhere I go, you know I got haters on me
Got them bitch ass niggas in here pouting, I'm like, "What's happening?"
I bought that fully out with me today, and I hope they don't try me, I get it cracking
Too pretty to f*ck face-to-face, gotta' turn her around and f*ck on her backwards, yeah
Ain't living a f*ck what he say, nigga damn near a broad, a muh'f*ckin' actress
That's why you pass all that money around to feed all ya' dawgs, you best pay ya' taxes, yeah
Get over there in that chair, put that ass right there, we don't need no mattress (yeah)
Yeah, a nigga try right here, he gon' die right here, ain't no need to ask me (yup)
Yeah, I f*cked a few of them hoes, you leave, you can go, I don't need attachments (yup)
Done crossed out a few of these niggas, bet ya' that them f*ck niggas won't be the last ones, yeah
I did some wrong, okay, I admit it
They not as strong, so they not gon' get it
Ain't on what I'm on, so they not gon' feel it
Even went out alone, I stand on the business
Yeah, wear that thong, don't care bout the titties
I ever do wrong, then tell me, no feelings
I did some wrong, okay, I admit it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I'm feeling strong like Popeye when he ate the spinach, tell me somethin' else
Okay, don't f*ck with me wrong 'cause Baby, shit, he stand on business, go get some help
I need you to help me home if you ever see me in my feelings, f*ck how I felt
I'm back puttin' ass whoopings down on all these other f*ck niggas, go get my belt
I'm tryna stay way away from any bitch ass nigga I'm feeling that don't mean me well
I really wanna pull my .40 out and smack him with it, point it at him, I know he gon' tell
I wanna tell any nigga hating on me, I hope that he die today and go to hell
I know that they watching for Baby to fail
I ain't finna die and I ain't going to jail
And I ain't finna fold for no muhf*cking paper, I'ma go head and stand over here where I stand
As soon as you deal with me like I'm a boy, you gon' see that you standing right here with a man
You come 'round here playing like that if you want, I'ma cool that shit off, nigga, go get the fan
I did some wrong and I'm sorry, my baby, here go our plane tickets, let's go catch a tan, cool
I did some wrong, okay, I admit it
They not as strong, so they not gon' get it
Ain't on what I'm on, so they not gon' feel it
Even went out alone, I stand on the business
Yeah, wear that thong, don't care bout the titties
I ever do wrong, then tell me, no feelings
I did some wrong, okay, I admit it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
I did some wrong, okay, I admit it
I'm feeling strong, today I done did it
Yeah, I'm feeling strong
I'm feeling strong today, yeah
I'm feeling strong
I'm feeling strong today, yeah
Writer: Adam Gamble, Anthony Mosley, Johnathan Lyndale Kirk, Robert Robinson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
I'm Outside
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh-huh
(Firzt back like he left or somethin')
I'm outside with at least three hoes (yeah)
My bitch fine, I don't need these hoes (mm)
Y'all are not mine, y'all can keep these hoes
You better show your ass when you see me
That's my Baby
What? Hold on, we ain't goin' steady, (yeah)
How you know she from the South? (Huh)
The cornbread came with her spaghetti (yeah)
She know she the shit 'cause the big dog with her
Shut up, lil' nigga, I'm heavy (brr)
And don't come around with that beggin', yeah
I won't spend a dime 'til I'm ready (come on)
Goin' out sad tryna keep these hoes
Thirty-day tags, I just lease these hoes
Throwin' they ass like the Freaknik hoes
You better show your ass when you see me
She got kids, I want her sister, where the TT? (TT)
I don't pay for pussy, this a freebie (freebie)
I know you said you seen me on the TV (TV)
Well, let's go over here and shoot a sex scene, yeah
Wonder if her kids can hear the bed springs
Suplexin' that bitch, but this ain't wrestlin' (mm)
You textin' her phone, you been harassin' (brr, yeah)
We f*ck all night long, we in here stretchin' (nigga)
Act like he gon' do somethin' when he catch me (say what?)
Bitch ass nigga ain't gon' do a damn thing
I keep that Draco, Draco, Draco
Draco, Draco, Draco
Draco, Draco, Draco
Yeah, Draco
I'm outside with at least three hoes
My bitch fine, I don't need these hoes
Y'all are not mine, y'all can keep these hoes
You better show your ass when you see me
You better show your ass when you see me
You better show your ass when you see me
(Firzt back like he left or somethin')
I'm outside with at least three hoes (yeah)
My bitch fine, I don't need these hoes (mm)
Y'all are not mine, y'all can keep these hoes
You better show your ass when you see me
That's my Baby
What? Hold on, we ain't goin' steady, (yeah)
How you know she from the South? (Huh)
The cornbread came with her spaghetti (yeah)
She know she the shit 'cause the big dog with her
Shut up, lil' nigga, I'm heavy (brr)
And don't come around with that beggin', yeah
I won't spend a dime 'til I'm ready (come on)
Goin' out sad tryna keep these hoes
Thirty-day tags, I just lease these hoes
Throwin' they ass like the Freaknik hoes
You better show your ass when you see me
She got kids, I want her sister, where the TT? (TT)
I don't pay for pussy, this a freebie (freebie)
I know you said you seen me on the TV (TV)
Well, let's go over here and shoot a sex scene, yeah
Wonder if her kids can hear the bed springs
Suplexin' that bitch, but this ain't wrestlin' (mm)
You textin' her phone, you been harassin' (brr, yeah)
We f*ck all night long, we in here stretchin' (nigga)
Act like he gon' do somethin' when he catch me (say what?)
Bitch ass nigga ain't gon' do a damn thing
I keep that Draco, Draco, Draco
Draco, Draco, Draco
Draco, Draco, Draco
Yeah, Draco
I'm outside with at least three hoes
My bitch fine, I don't need these hoes
Y'all are not mine, y'all can keep these hoes
You better show your ass when you see me
You better show your ass when you see me
You better show your ass when you see me
Writer: Adam Gamble, Anthony Mosley, Jonathan Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
PHAT
Phat (he's heating up), 'cause you know it's phat
'Cause you know it's phat (yeah), 'cause you know it's phat
I say, "Boom, boom, boom-boom, boom, boom, boom, boom"
'Cause you know it's
Yeah, I can't even lie, I be runnin', I be tryna get outta there
Baby a freak, she a gon' look in my eye when she
She gon' look in my eye when she cumming
It's hard for me to not use my hands when it jiggle
I'm the DaBaby, I'm tryna be the man in the middle
Bend it over, let me see if you can dance on the pickle
She said she can't wait to get her hands on a nigga (phat)
Yeah, "phat" with a "P," what it look like from the back? I want see (phat)
She got a slim body, but she poke it out, that ass still phat to me (phat)
I'm trippin', if that ass jump in the ocean, I'm swimmin'
If that ass go up in the air, then I'm flying (phat)
And if that ass movin' like that and you skinny
Then it's still a phat ass to me, girl, I ain't lyin'
I'm tellin' the truth when I speak, how it get like that, girl?
What you do? What you eat? What you mama look like?
Let me see her, my name Johnathon, ma, nice to meet ya
Okay, it's phat, you ain't know how to poke that thang out
Ain't no problem with that, I could teach ya
Shit, all you need is some ass and some hands and some knees
And some Baby on your motherf*ckin' speakers
Do it, no hands, bend it over, look a nigga dead in his eye like a soldier
Do it, no hands, bend it over, look a nigga dead in his eye like a solider (quit playin')
Yeah, do it, no hands, bend it over, look a nigga dead in his eye like a solider (no hands)
Do it, no hands, bend it over, look a nigga dead in his eye like a solider (yeah)
Yeah, walk backwards, put your hands on your knees
Yeah, nigga scared, nah, nigga, he can leave
Walk backwards, put your hands on your knees
Scared? Nah, nigga, you can leave
Yeah, walk backwards, put your hands on your knees
Scared? Nah, nigga, you can leave
Yeah, walk backwards, put your hands on your knees
Yeah, nigga scared, nah, nigga, he can leave, yeah (phat)
"Phat" with a "P" and a "H," yeah, I'm tryna eat, have you ate, yeah
You could be boo, I'll be bae (ooh)
I could see me and you on a date
Damn, I'm just meeting you? Bitch, I'm late
How I'm tryna see you on a plate
Just like a tambourine, bae, make it shake
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's phat
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's phat, quit playin'
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's phat, yeah
She turned around and looked me dead in my eye, she said, "Quit playin'"
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's phat
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's phat
"Phat" with a "P," what it look like from the back? I want see
"Phat" with a "P"
"Phat" with a "P," what it look like from the back? I want see
"Phat" with a "P"
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's
'Cause you know it's phat (yeah), 'cause you know it's phat
I say, "Boom, boom, boom-boom, boom, boom, boom, boom"
'Cause you know it's
Yeah, I can't even lie, I be runnin', I be tryna get outta there
Baby a freak, she a gon' look in my eye when she
She gon' look in my eye when she cumming
It's hard for me to not use my hands when it jiggle
I'm the DaBaby, I'm tryna be the man in the middle
Bend it over, let me see if you can dance on the pickle
She said she can't wait to get her hands on a nigga (phat)
Yeah, "phat" with a "P," what it look like from the back? I want see (phat)
She got a slim body, but she poke it out, that ass still phat to me (phat)
I'm trippin', if that ass jump in the ocean, I'm swimmin'
If that ass go up in the air, then I'm flying (phat)
And if that ass movin' like that and you skinny
Then it's still a phat ass to me, girl, I ain't lyin'
I'm tellin' the truth when I speak, how it get like that, girl?
What you do? What you eat? What you mama look like?
Let me see her, my name Johnathon, ma, nice to meet ya
Okay, it's phat, you ain't know how to poke that thang out
Ain't no problem with that, I could teach ya
Shit, all you need is some ass and some hands and some knees
And some Baby on your motherf*ckin' speakers
Do it, no hands, bend it over, look a nigga dead in his eye like a soldier
Do it, no hands, bend it over, look a nigga dead in his eye like a solider (quit playin')
Yeah, do it, no hands, bend it over, look a nigga dead in his eye like a solider (no hands)
Do it, no hands, bend it over, look a nigga dead in his eye like a solider (yeah)
Yeah, walk backwards, put your hands on your knees
Yeah, nigga scared, nah, nigga, he can leave
Walk backwards, put your hands on your knees
Scared? Nah, nigga, you can leave
Yeah, walk backwards, put your hands on your knees
Scared? Nah, nigga, you can leave
Yeah, walk backwards, put your hands on your knees
Yeah, nigga scared, nah, nigga, he can leave, yeah (phat)
"Phat" with a "P" and a "H," yeah, I'm tryna eat, have you ate, yeah
You could be boo, I'll be bae (ooh)
I could see me and you on a date
Damn, I'm just meeting you? Bitch, I'm late
How I'm tryna see you on a plate
Just like a tambourine, bae, make it shake
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's phat
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's phat, quit playin'
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's phat, yeah
She turned around and looked me dead in my eye, she said, "Quit playin'"
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's phat
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's phat
"Phat" with a "P," what it look like from the back? I want see
"Phat" with a "P"
"Phat" with a "P," what it look like from the back? I want see
"Phat" with a "P"
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's
'Cause you know it's phat, 'cause you know it's
Writer: Armando Fernandez, Ernest Brown, Jonathan Kirk, Micaela Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Reesha Roulette (Teach Me)
Yeah
Turn the volume up in my headphones
Yeah
Uh
Wizard
Firzt back like he left or somethin'
Tell me you love me, I don't say nothin'
You see, I ain't speak to you yet, hmm
Creepin', (yeah) house full of freaks, they playin' Reesha Roulette (let's go)
Tequila, uh, Don Julio got her leakin', keepin' her wet
Yeah, teach me
Teach me what that pussy like
Teach me what that pussy like
I'm finna f*ck on you good tonight
You know I don't think about them other niggas
I'm pullin' up, did you cook tonight?
No, I ain't never been Superman
But you be my motherf*ckin' kryptonite
This might be wrong, but it's feelin' right
I'm finna give you some dick tonight
It's okay if I get in my feelings right?
'Cause this time I actually like the bitch
I sent a DM, she left it on read, that's the last time that I'll ever write the bitch
Do she know how to fight? 'Cause my other bitches is crazy, they gon' try to fight the bitch
I like a woman who keep a stiff look on her face like don't nothin' excite the bitch (nope)
Never too easy to make her smile (Nope)
'Cause you way too grown to be playin' 'round (Yeah)
That other lil' shit was a waste of time (Yeah)
So this time you wanted to wait a while
I jump out the Phantom in dress clothes, looking clean as a motherf*ckin' paper towel (clean)
Ain't no pressure on it, let me break it down
It ain't safe enough out here to date around
So you gotta
Tell me you love me, I don't say nothin'
You see, I ain't speak to you yet, hmm
Creepin', (yeah) house full of freaks, they playin' Reesha Roulette (let's go)
Tequila, uh, Don Julio got her leakin', keepin' her wet
Yeah, teach me
Teach me what that pussy like
Teach me what that pussy like, yeah
Teach me what that pussy like, nigga
Teach me what that pussy like
Teach me what that pussy like
Let's do it
Teach me what that pussy like
When I get in it, it's gushy, right?
Got value if I'ma make time for it
You know it cost plenty to book me, right?
And baby girl know I hate lame niggas
You know I hate niggas that's pussy, right
Know ten years ago if you was still sellin' somethin'
I was one of them ones would've took it, right?
We don't even need no f*ckin' lights on
We ain't readin' no motherf*ckin' book tonight
We ain't watchin' no motherf*ckin' Netflix
Know I'm tryna give you some of the best dick
No, I ain't finna peel back and pay for nothin'
She came with the same money she left with
Hope this pretty bitch ain't tryna set me up
Got the switch in here, bitch that's a death wish
But if it's all good, then
Tell me you love me, I don't say nothin'
You see, I ain't speak to you yet, hmm
Creepin', (yeah) house full of freaks, they playin' Reesha Roulette (let's go)
Tequila, uh, Don Julio got her leakin', keepin' her wet
Yeah, teach me
Teach me what that pussy like
Teach me what that pussy like, yeah
Teach me what that pussy like, nigga
Teach me what that pussy like
Teach me what that pussy like
Turn the volume up in my headphones
Yeah
Uh
Wizard
Firzt back like he left or somethin'
Tell me you love me, I don't say nothin'
You see, I ain't speak to you yet, hmm
Creepin', (yeah) house full of freaks, they playin' Reesha Roulette (let's go)
Tequila, uh, Don Julio got her leakin', keepin' her wet
Yeah, teach me
Teach me what that pussy like
Teach me what that pussy like
I'm finna f*ck on you good tonight
You know I don't think about them other niggas
I'm pullin' up, did you cook tonight?
No, I ain't never been Superman
But you be my motherf*ckin' kryptonite
This might be wrong, but it's feelin' right
I'm finna give you some dick tonight
It's okay if I get in my feelings right?
'Cause this time I actually like the bitch
I sent a DM, she left it on read, that's the last time that I'll ever write the bitch
Do she know how to fight? 'Cause my other bitches is crazy, they gon' try to fight the bitch
I like a woman who keep a stiff look on her face like don't nothin' excite the bitch (nope)
Never too easy to make her smile (Nope)
'Cause you way too grown to be playin' 'round (Yeah)
That other lil' shit was a waste of time (Yeah)
So this time you wanted to wait a while
I jump out the Phantom in dress clothes, looking clean as a motherf*ckin' paper towel (clean)
Ain't no pressure on it, let me break it down
It ain't safe enough out here to date around
So you gotta
Tell me you love me, I don't say nothin'
You see, I ain't speak to you yet, hmm
Creepin', (yeah) house full of freaks, they playin' Reesha Roulette (let's go)
Tequila, uh, Don Julio got her leakin', keepin' her wet
Yeah, teach me
Teach me what that pussy like
Teach me what that pussy like, yeah
Teach me what that pussy like, nigga
Teach me what that pussy like
Teach me what that pussy like
Let's do it
Teach me what that pussy like
When I get in it, it's gushy, right?
Got value if I'ma make time for it
You know it cost plenty to book me, right?
And baby girl know I hate lame niggas
You know I hate niggas that's pussy, right
Know ten years ago if you was still sellin' somethin'
I was one of them ones would've took it, right?
We don't even need no f*ckin' lights on
We ain't readin' no motherf*ckin' book tonight
We ain't watchin' no motherf*ckin' Netflix
Know I'm tryna give you some of the best dick
No, I ain't finna peel back and pay for nothin'
She came with the same money she left with
Hope this pretty bitch ain't tryna set me up
Got the switch in here, bitch that's a death wish
But if it's all good, then
Tell me you love me, I don't say nothin'
You see, I ain't speak to you yet, hmm
Creepin', (yeah) house full of freaks, they playin' Reesha Roulette (let's go)
Tequila, uh, Don Julio got her leakin', keepin' her wet
Yeah, teach me
Teach me what that pussy like
Teach me what that pussy like, yeah
Teach me what that pussy like, nigga
Teach me what that pussy like
Teach me what that pussy like
Writer: Adam Gamble, Anthony Mosley, Jonathan Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Hollywood Freak
Know a lil' freak in Hollywood (Yeah)
Sucks on dick, does it real good
Know a lil' Hollywood freak, nigga
Know a lil' freak in Hollywood (Uh)
Sucks on dick, does it real good
Know a lil' Hollywood freak, yeah
I'ma let her swallow my meat, yeah
She just got her hair and her makeup done
We gon' sweat it out on her sheets (Woo, woo)
Actin' like I'm 12 when I say, "Don't run"
I wait 'til after dark and I creep, come here
Got her blocked on the 'Gram and on the TikTok
Now the girl'll start stalkin' my tweets
Let's do it, how the Hell we let these hoes get between us?
You know me better, that ain't how I seen it
Spend two or three million to stand on the business
I paid out the lawyers, I been got subpeona'd
I f*ck around and duck off with my bitch like I'm Martin, baby, can you come be my Gina?
I see that he learned how to fight and that nigga been boxin'
Let's see him square up with a Nina
Can't wait 'til I see ya, lil' shorty
Let's see him come swing on this .40
Let's see him throw hands with a four-five
While the lil' nigga bleed, let's record it
He wanna be famous, let's go live
One in the head, it's gon' go down
I need some head if you don't mind (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Know a lil' Hollywood freak, yeah
I'ma let her swallow my meat, yeah
She just got her hair and her makeup done
We gon' sweat it out on her sheets (woo, woo)
Actin' like I'm 12 when I say, "Don't run"
I wait 'til after dark and I creep, come here
Got her blocked on the 'Gram and on the TikTok
Now the girl'll start stalkin' my tweets
Got her blocked on the 'Gram and on the TikTok
Nigga, I don't give a damn if you got a wristwatch
Nigga, I don't give a damn what kinda car you drive
You look like you doin' bad, when I saw you, you lied
If I had to do sixteen months to tell, like a bitch
Tell my people I'ma miss 'em, guess I gotta do five
Nigga pulled off, leave the tire marks in the parking lot
I don't give a f*ck, I just got some new tires
She a lil' Hollywood ho, all the rich niggas knock on her door
She gon' tell me she don't even get down like that
Actin' like she the only thot that I know
Tryna argue with me, askin' why I feel like that
F*ckin' anybody famous, know you live like that
She ain't never met a nigga kept it real like that, huh, yeah, uh, let's go
Know a lil' Hollywood freak, yeah
I'ma let her swallow my meat, yeah
She just got her hair and her makeup done
We gon' sweat it out on her sheets (woo, woo)
Actin' like I'm 12 when I say, "Don't run"
I wait 'til after dark and I creep, come here
Got her blocked on the 'Gram and on the TikTok
Now the girl'll start stalkin' my tweets
Know a lil' freak in Hollywood
Sucks on dick, does it real good
Know a lil' freak in Hollywood
Sucks on dick, does it real good
Sucks on dick, does it real good
Know a lil' Hollywood freak, nigga
Know a lil' freak in Hollywood (Uh)
Sucks on dick, does it real good
Know a lil' Hollywood freak, yeah
I'ma let her swallow my meat, yeah
She just got her hair and her makeup done
We gon' sweat it out on her sheets (Woo, woo)
Actin' like I'm 12 when I say, "Don't run"
I wait 'til after dark and I creep, come here
Got her blocked on the 'Gram and on the TikTok
Now the girl'll start stalkin' my tweets
Let's do it, how the Hell we let these hoes get between us?
You know me better, that ain't how I seen it
Spend two or three million to stand on the business
I paid out the lawyers, I been got subpeona'd
I f*ck around and duck off with my bitch like I'm Martin, baby, can you come be my Gina?
I see that he learned how to fight and that nigga been boxin'
Let's see him square up with a Nina
Can't wait 'til I see ya, lil' shorty
Let's see him come swing on this .40
Let's see him throw hands with a four-five
While the lil' nigga bleed, let's record it
He wanna be famous, let's go live
One in the head, it's gon' go down
I need some head if you don't mind (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Know a lil' Hollywood freak, yeah
I'ma let her swallow my meat, yeah
She just got her hair and her makeup done
We gon' sweat it out on her sheets (woo, woo)
Actin' like I'm 12 when I say, "Don't run"
I wait 'til after dark and I creep, come here
Got her blocked on the 'Gram and on the TikTok
Now the girl'll start stalkin' my tweets
Got her blocked on the 'Gram and on the TikTok
Nigga, I don't give a damn if you got a wristwatch
Nigga, I don't give a damn what kinda car you drive
You look like you doin' bad, when I saw you, you lied
If I had to do sixteen months to tell, like a bitch
Tell my people I'ma miss 'em, guess I gotta do five
Nigga pulled off, leave the tire marks in the parking lot
I don't give a f*ck, I just got some new tires
She a lil' Hollywood ho, all the rich niggas knock on her door
She gon' tell me she don't even get down like that
Actin' like she the only thot that I know
Tryna argue with me, askin' why I feel like that
F*ckin' anybody famous, know you live like that
She ain't never met a nigga kept it real like that, huh, yeah, uh, let's go
Know a lil' Hollywood freak, yeah
I'ma let her swallow my meat, yeah
She just got her hair and her makeup done
We gon' sweat it out on her sheets (woo, woo)
Actin' like I'm 12 when I say, "Don't run"
I wait 'til after dark and I creep, come here
Got her blocked on the 'Gram and on the TikTok
Now the girl'll start stalkin' my tweets
Know a lil' freak in Hollywood
Sucks on dick, does it real good
Know a lil' freak in Hollywood
Sucks on dick, does it real good
Writer: Anthony Gamble, Anthony Mosley, Danil Kukanov, Jonathan Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
U Da Type
Yeah, like we wrestle, I'm takin' her down
When I'm in her, I'm makin' her frown
That's my pussy, that's my pussy (no, it ain't)
I know better, I'm playin' around
Right now I feel like it's mine
The way that she archin' her back while she lay on the ground
You the type hurt my feelings (oh, really?)
You the type break my heart (yeah)
She don't wanna know my business (I get it)
Been overplayed my part (let's go)
Pull it out, paint my babies all over your face
Nah, baby, that's art (uh)
Ass poked out like a goddess (yeah)
My baby don't play with that arch (shh)
Please be quiet, better keep it on the low
'Cause your baby daddy play, I'm gon' spark, ho
I ain't one of them datin' ass niggas
I ain't never finna take it to the park, uh
This dick here had you goin' through my phone
Investigate a nigga like a narc
Bitch, don't come 'round movin' like a lil' fish
'Cause you in it with a motherf*ckin' shark
We can't get caught f*ckin' 'round Shade Room
He ain't comin' over here until it's dark
Yeah, FaceTiming when you get to the gas station
And I'ma show you how to pull around and park, zoom
Car sound like a nigga tryna drag race
So I don't really even like to drive the car
Bitch, you in here with a motherf*ckin' star
You nut, you nut, I nut and then I get it to you tomorrow, for real
Yeah, psh, uh
Yeah, like we wrestle, I'm takin' her down
When I'm in her, I'm makin' her frown
That's my pussy, that's my pussy (no, it ain't)
I know better, I'm playin' around
Right now I feel like it's mine
The way that she archin' her back while she lay on the ground (let's go)
You the type hurt my feelings (oh really?)
You the type break my heart (yeah)
She don't wanna know my business (I get it)
Been overplayed my part (let's go)
Pull it out, paint my babies all over your face
Nah, baby, that's art (uh)
Ass poked out like a goddess (yeah)
My baby don't play with that arch (whoa)
That's my baby
When I'm in her, I'm makin' her frown
That's my pussy, that's my pussy (no, it ain't)
I know better, I'm playin' around
Right now I feel like it's mine
The way that she archin' her back while she lay on the ground
You the type hurt my feelings (oh, really?)
You the type break my heart (yeah)
She don't wanna know my business (I get it)
Been overplayed my part (let's go)
Pull it out, paint my babies all over your face
Nah, baby, that's art (uh)
Ass poked out like a goddess (yeah)
My baby don't play with that arch (shh)
Please be quiet, better keep it on the low
'Cause your baby daddy play, I'm gon' spark, ho
I ain't one of them datin' ass niggas
I ain't never finna take it to the park, uh
This dick here had you goin' through my phone
Investigate a nigga like a narc
Bitch, don't come 'round movin' like a lil' fish
'Cause you in it with a motherf*ckin' shark
We can't get caught f*ckin' 'round Shade Room
He ain't comin' over here until it's dark
Yeah, FaceTiming when you get to the gas station
And I'ma show you how to pull around and park, zoom
Car sound like a nigga tryna drag race
So I don't really even like to drive the car
Bitch, you in here with a motherf*ckin' star
You nut, you nut, I nut and then I get it to you tomorrow, for real
Yeah, psh, uh
Yeah, like we wrestle, I'm takin' her down
When I'm in her, I'm makin' her frown
That's my pussy, that's my pussy (no, it ain't)
I know better, I'm playin' around
Right now I feel like it's mine
The way that she archin' her back while she lay on the ground (let's go)
You the type hurt my feelings (oh really?)
You the type break my heart (yeah)
She don't wanna know my business (I get it)
Been overplayed my part (let's go)
Pull it out, paint my babies all over your face
Nah, baby, that's art (uh)
Ass poked out like a goddess (yeah)
My baby don't play with that arch (whoa)
That's my baby
Writer: Adam Gamble, Anthony Mosley, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Gotta Know
I don't like bitch ass niggas who come around hatin' 'cause that shit weak (yeah)
Talkin' ain't gon' buy you nothin', if it ain't no paper, then that shit cheap (let's do it)
I'm the type to show one of these niggas he ain't who he think he is, a nigga sweet (yeah)
I'm the step-daddy that don't really like it, I'm belt to their ass with the beat, nigga
Do my lil' dance, Glock on my waist
I'm one of them, not finna play
I like a bitch that don't f*ck with you niggas
She want you niggas get out of her face
Deebo that nigga, he got in his place
Cheat on that nigga can't handle his bae
She will come here for the man in the way
I got that yeah in my hand every day
At the red light with my hand on the Drac'
It is what it is like Cam'ron and Mase
Her attitude givin' that she really don't f*ck with you niggas
Baby girl damn near is gay
Cybertruck outside standin' in the way (Yeah)
Poppin' my shit with my fans
I be out this bitch poppin' my shit with my fans
I appreciate them like I'm right there with them every day (Woo)
I waved around my left hand
I showed them twenty percent of the shit I can do
While I studied the game like a rookie
The whole f*ckin' time, I still had my right hand on the play
Baby done playin', the man on the way
Dobbin' your shit, put your hand on my face
Hop out and help me, just stand over there
Parkin' the Phantom, it damn near no space
I shouldn't even drove it, I left it in front of the store
By myself, they know he ain't no ho
I f*ck around and don't even lock the door, yeah
Step on these niggas, bitch, it'll be shame on me, I'll stand on their throat, yeah
Come sex with a nigga if you put that thang on me, they don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know (Shh)
They don't even gotta know (Yeah)
They don't even gotta know (Yeah)
They don't even gotta know (Yeah)
That's my Baby
They don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know
Yeah, ride with me, baby, put your hand on my dick
Hop out the Benz' with my hand on my blick
One thing about it, I move how I move
I can't be havin' your hands on my mits
I'ma be right here, man on all ten
Y'all niggas' bitches, don't stand up for shits
Y'all the type niggas to hang with your friends
And talk about niggas, that ain't what this is
Man, f*ck all them niggas, ayy, listen, my bae
Come here, tryna get in your face, in your rear (Come here)
They ain't got me no pape', then no deal
I be out on the lake at the crib
Army niggas, I pay to patrol
Plenty rounds when I leave out the door
Zip your mouth, you won't be my lil' ho
Simmer down, they, they don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know (shh)
They don't even gotta know (yeah)
They don't even gotta know (yeah)
They don't even gotta know (yeah)
That's my Baby
They don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know
I don't like bitch ass niggas who come around hatin' 'cause that shit weak (yeah)
Talkin' ain't gon' buy you nothin', if it ain't no paper, then that shit cheap (let's do it)
I'm the type to show one of these niggas he ain't who he think he is, a nigga sweet (yeah)
I'm the step-daddy that don't really like it, I'm belt to their ass with the beat, nigga
Talkin' ain't gon' buy you nothin', if it ain't no paper, then that shit cheap (let's do it)
I'm the type to show one of these niggas he ain't who he think he is, a nigga sweet (yeah)
I'm the step-daddy that don't really like it, I'm belt to their ass with the beat, nigga
Do my lil' dance, Glock on my waist
I'm one of them, not finna play
I like a bitch that don't f*ck with you niggas
She want you niggas get out of her face
Deebo that nigga, he got in his place
Cheat on that nigga can't handle his bae
She will come here for the man in the way
I got that yeah in my hand every day
At the red light with my hand on the Drac'
It is what it is like Cam'ron and Mase
Her attitude givin' that she really don't f*ck with you niggas
Baby girl damn near is gay
Cybertruck outside standin' in the way (Yeah)
Poppin' my shit with my fans
I be out this bitch poppin' my shit with my fans
I appreciate them like I'm right there with them every day (Woo)
I waved around my left hand
I showed them twenty percent of the shit I can do
While I studied the game like a rookie
The whole f*ckin' time, I still had my right hand on the play
Baby done playin', the man on the way
Dobbin' your shit, put your hand on my face
Hop out and help me, just stand over there
Parkin' the Phantom, it damn near no space
I shouldn't even drove it, I left it in front of the store
By myself, they know he ain't no ho
I f*ck around and don't even lock the door, yeah
Step on these niggas, bitch, it'll be shame on me, I'll stand on their throat, yeah
Come sex with a nigga if you put that thang on me, they don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know (Shh)
They don't even gotta know (Yeah)
They don't even gotta know (Yeah)
They don't even gotta know (Yeah)
That's my Baby
They don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know
Yeah, ride with me, baby, put your hand on my dick
Hop out the Benz' with my hand on my blick
One thing about it, I move how I move
I can't be havin' your hands on my mits
I'ma be right here, man on all ten
Y'all niggas' bitches, don't stand up for shits
Y'all the type niggas to hang with your friends
And talk about niggas, that ain't what this is
Man, f*ck all them niggas, ayy, listen, my bae
Come here, tryna get in your face, in your rear (Come here)
They ain't got me no pape', then no deal
I be out on the lake at the crib
Army niggas, I pay to patrol
Plenty rounds when I leave out the door
Zip your mouth, you won't be my lil' ho
Simmer down, they, they don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know (shh)
They don't even gotta know (yeah)
They don't even gotta know (yeah)
They don't even gotta know (yeah)
That's my Baby
They don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know
They don't even gotta know
I don't like bitch ass niggas who come around hatin' 'cause that shit weak (yeah)
Talkin' ain't gon' buy you nothin', if it ain't no paper, then that shit cheap (let's do it)
I'm the type to show one of these niggas he ain't who he think he is, a nigga sweet (yeah)
I'm the step-daddy that don't really like it, I'm belt to their ass with the beat, nigga
Writer: Amando Hernandez, Ernest Brown, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Micaela Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Hate A Nice Chick
You ain't gotta say too much, from the look in your eyes I can tell you wanna f*ck
Say this my shit, I hate a nice bitch, a can't even play with my, yeah
You ain't gotta call me ya boo, just as bad as you wanna f*ck, I wanna f*ck too
Say this my shit, I hate a nice bitch, yeah
You ain't even gotta say this my shit, I hate a nice bitch
Niggas can't even play with my bitch, I love a stiff woman
One that won't even think about f*ckin' the help or one of them benchwarmers
You need your fine ass put up on a shelf 'cause you a trophy, bae
Like the back of her neck and her waist like she a guitar (Yeah)
Wherе we goin' today? If it's too many people, I'll probably bring out thе AR (Yeah)
I ain't got too many opps out here, but you know I got shots like I'm at the bar
Come here and gimme some head in the Tesla, I got security watchin' the car, yeah
You ain't gotta say too much, from the look in your eyes I can tell you wanna f*ck
You ain't even gotta say nothin' to me
You ain't gotta call me ya boo, just as bad as you wanna f*ck, I wanna f*ck too
Oh yeah
Well look, boo, bae
You ain't never finna go nowhere
The way that you puttin' that thang on me
Your mami needa know who I am
I'ma be like, "How you doin', mama? I'm Baby"
I'ma be like, "Damn, I shoulda bought my cape
Your daughter my type and I'm prolly finna save her"
That's my Baby
Hit her with a smile I got and I told her I'm playin' (Yeah)
Her brother act like he a gangster, I said, "It's okay, he don't know who I am"
And ion even think that she like to eat pork, when she give me that pussy, I stay goin' ham
We sweatin' hard as a bitch 'fore it's over, but laid on the bed, baby, turn on the fan
Yeah, sweat, yeah, sweat, sweat, sweat, uh, sweat, go
Been f*ckin' with her for a while, nigga ain't came and took her from me yet
And if a nigga do take my lil' thang, I won't hate on the game, prolly pay it respect
And pop out and pick out the flavor that's next
She gave me that pussy, I gave it the belt, nigga
You ain't gotta say too much, from the look in your eyes I can tell you wanna f*ck
Mm-hmm
You ain't gotta call me ya boo, just as bad as you wanna f*ck, I wanna f*ck too
That's that belt to that ass, baby, you know what I'm sayin'?
Oh no, no, you
That's my Baby
Yeah
You know, I feel we do got that connection or whatever
You don't even gotta say too much to me, either
You ain't even gotta say this my shit, I hate a nice bitch
Niggas can't even play with my bitch, nigga
Yeah
That's my Baby
Say this my shit, I hate a nice bitch, a can't even play with my, yeah
You ain't gotta call me ya boo, just as bad as you wanna f*ck, I wanna f*ck too
Say this my shit, I hate a nice bitch, yeah
You ain't even gotta say this my shit, I hate a nice bitch
Niggas can't even play with my bitch, I love a stiff woman
One that won't even think about f*ckin' the help or one of them benchwarmers
You need your fine ass put up on a shelf 'cause you a trophy, bae
Like the back of her neck and her waist like she a guitar (Yeah)
Wherе we goin' today? If it's too many people, I'll probably bring out thе AR (Yeah)
I ain't got too many opps out here, but you know I got shots like I'm at the bar
Come here and gimme some head in the Tesla, I got security watchin' the car, yeah
You ain't gotta say too much, from the look in your eyes I can tell you wanna f*ck
You ain't even gotta say nothin' to me
You ain't gotta call me ya boo, just as bad as you wanna f*ck, I wanna f*ck too
Oh yeah
Well look, boo, bae
You ain't never finna go nowhere
The way that you puttin' that thang on me
Your mami needa know who I am
I'ma be like, "How you doin', mama? I'm Baby"
I'ma be like, "Damn, I shoulda bought my cape
Your daughter my type and I'm prolly finna save her"
That's my Baby
Hit her with a smile I got and I told her I'm playin' (Yeah)
Her brother act like he a gangster, I said, "It's okay, he don't know who I am"
And ion even think that she like to eat pork, when she give me that pussy, I stay goin' ham
We sweatin' hard as a bitch 'fore it's over, but laid on the bed, baby, turn on the fan
Yeah, sweat, yeah, sweat, sweat, sweat, uh, sweat, go
Been f*ckin' with her for a while, nigga ain't came and took her from me yet
And if a nigga do take my lil' thang, I won't hate on the game, prolly pay it respect
And pop out and pick out the flavor that's next
She gave me that pussy, I gave it the belt, nigga
You ain't gotta say too much, from the look in your eyes I can tell you wanna f*ck
Mm-hmm
You ain't gotta call me ya boo, just as bad as you wanna f*ck, I wanna f*ck too
That's that belt to that ass, baby, you know what I'm sayin'?
Oh no, no, you
That's my Baby
Yeah
You know, I feel we do got that connection or whatever
You don't even gotta say too much to me, either
You ain't even gotta say this my shit, I hate a nice bitch
Niggas can't even play with my bitch, nigga
Yeah
That's my Baby
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Ain’t Goin
And my number one thing, Baby is when you be rapping, like
And you be goin', and you be goin'
That shit turn me the f*ck on
Goin'
She like me
Goin', yeah, turnin' her on and she like me
Yeah, yeah
Turnin' her on and she like me
Goin'
That shit turn me the f*ck on
Yeah, goin' and goin' and goin' (Let's go)
My lingo be turnin' her on (Yeah)
She f*ck with the way that I rap (Yeah)
She play with herself to my songs
You like my voice (Yeah), it turn you on?
You like how I wrap my hand on my gun when I take you homе? (Yeah)
You don't like how I'ma move on and f*ck yo' friеnd if you take too long, bitch? (Yeah)
Oh, you don't like when I play like that? You don't play with me, play my song, bitch
Got a .40 and a .9 on my waist every day, nigga play and I'm scorin' (No bullshit)
I should have a whole goddamn sign on my face, it should say, "Not goin'" (Yeah)
Goin', yeah
I'm not goin', yeah, never that, nigga, believe that, yeah (Uh, yeah, yeah)
Goin', goin', goin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ask about me, I ain't goin', goin'
That shit turn me the f*ck on
Keep your head down at the light, mama
That's the type shit that I like, mama
Punch on a nigga and his friend jump in
Get up out the car and help me fight, mama
Go and get a brand new gun in your name
I'ma f*ck with you the rest of my life, mama
I'ma tell you when your friend ain't right
She be lookin' like she wanna take a bite, mama
I ain't even finna let it go like that
Ain't no way you the only good girl
And you like to run around and hang with all them hoes like that (Please)
Nigga better make sure he serious
Nigga can't pull up pump fakin', knowin' I'ma blow right back
Strapped up, goin' to the show like that
Play around with me and you knowin' how l act
Knowin' goddamn well l'on stop when a nigga get
Goin'
Never that, nigga, nah
Goin'
Not then, not now, nigga (Uh, yeah, yeah)
I wasn't goin', goin', goin' (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't goin', goin'
That shit turn me the f*ck on (Yeah)
Turnin' her on and she like me
I wanna do all the things that she like, and I never want you to fight me
Pull it out, gimme some head at the light
Shut up, just do it like Nike, just do it like Nike (Bitch)
Shut up, just do it like Nike, yeah, just do it like Nike
Turnin' her on and she like me
I wanna do all the things that she like, and I never want you to fight me
Hold this shit down for the rest of your life
Shut up, just do it like Nike, just do it like Nike (Bitch)
Shut up, just do it like Nike, yeah, just do it like Nike (Yeah)
Goin'
Nah, keep goin', baby, uh-uh, keep
Goin'
Yeah, uh, yeah
Keep goin', goin', goin', yeah (Uh, yeah, yeah)
Goin', goin'
That shit turn me the f*ck on
These niggas already know how I'm comin'
I turn her on 'cause'I ain't goin' for nothin'
And these niggas flaugin', I know they don't love me
I'm watchin' 'em all and I'm ready to burn 'em
She like the way I kick shit, I'm a punter
She like the way I give dick, I'm a plumber
Keep me a gun on my hip like a hunter
Spent every day with my kids for the summer
Let's go back to school with this shit, I'ma teach you
Please never run up on me without speakin'
Please never play with my kids, I get even
And even if it ain't today, I get even
I had a foreign before I was rappin'
I made all them plays and I went bought a Bimmer
And even back then, I had it on me every day
You can ask anybody ever knew me, they gon' say I wasn't
Goin'
Yeah, I'm not
Goin'
Yeah, you know I don't stop when I get goin', goin', goin' (Uh, yeah, yeah)
I remember one time I knocked this nigga out, I got in the car, she looked me dead in my eye, she said
That shit turn me the f*ck on
Yeah
That's my Baby
I remember you made me pull over in the McDonald's parkin' lot
It was the McDonald's on, on Venice Ford
You pulled me in the bathroom
And I'll leave it at that
And you be goin', and you be goin'
That shit turn me the f*ck on
Goin'
She like me
Goin', yeah, turnin' her on and she like me
Yeah, yeah
Turnin' her on and she like me
Goin'
That shit turn me the f*ck on
Yeah, goin' and goin' and goin' (Let's go)
My lingo be turnin' her on (Yeah)
She f*ck with the way that I rap (Yeah)
She play with herself to my songs
You like my voice (Yeah), it turn you on?
You like how I wrap my hand on my gun when I take you homе? (Yeah)
You don't like how I'ma move on and f*ck yo' friеnd if you take too long, bitch? (Yeah)
Oh, you don't like when I play like that? You don't play with me, play my song, bitch
Got a .40 and a .9 on my waist every day, nigga play and I'm scorin' (No bullshit)
I should have a whole goddamn sign on my face, it should say, "Not goin'" (Yeah)
Goin', yeah
I'm not goin', yeah, never that, nigga, believe that, yeah (Uh, yeah, yeah)
Goin', goin', goin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ask about me, I ain't goin', goin'
That shit turn me the f*ck on
Keep your head down at the light, mama
That's the type shit that I like, mama
Punch on a nigga and his friend jump in
Get up out the car and help me fight, mama
Go and get a brand new gun in your name
I'ma f*ck with you the rest of my life, mama
I'ma tell you when your friend ain't right
She be lookin' like she wanna take a bite, mama
I ain't even finna let it go like that
Ain't no way you the only good girl
And you like to run around and hang with all them hoes like that (Please)
Nigga better make sure he serious
Nigga can't pull up pump fakin', knowin' I'ma blow right back
Strapped up, goin' to the show like that
Play around with me and you knowin' how l act
Knowin' goddamn well l'on stop when a nigga get
Goin'
Never that, nigga, nah
Goin'
Not then, not now, nigga (Uh, yeah, yeah)
I wasn't goin', goin', goin' (Yeah, yeah)
I ain't goin', goin'
That shit turn me the f*ck on (Yeah)
Turnin' her on and she like me
I wanna do all the things that she like, and I never want you to fight me
Pull it out, gimme some head at the light
Shut up, just do it like Nike, just do it like Nike (Bitch)
Shut up, just do it like Nike, yeah, just do it like Nike
Turnin' her on and she like me
I wanna do all the things that she like, and I never want you to fight me
Hold this shit down for the rest of your life
Shut up, just do it like Nike, just do it like Nike (Bitch)
Shut up, just do it like Nike, yeah, just do it like Nike (Yeah)
Goin'
Nah, keep goin', baby, uh-uh, keep
Goin'
Yeah, uh, yeah
Keep goin', goin', goin', yeah (Uh, yeah, yeah)
Goin', goin'
That shit turn me the f*ck on
These niggas already know how I'm comin'
I turn her on 'cause'I ain't goin' for nothin'
And these niggas flaugin', I know they don't love me
I'm watchin' 'em all and I'm ready to burn 'em
She like the way I kick shit, I'm a punter
She like the way I give dick, I'm a plumber
Keep me a gun on my hip like a hunter
Spent every day with my kids for the summer
Let's go back to school with this shit, I'ma teach you
Please never run up on me without speakin'
Please never play with my kids, I get even
And even if it ain't today, I get even
I had a foreign before I was rappin'
I made all them plays and I went bought a Bimmer
And even back then, I had it on me every day
You can ask anybody ever knew me, they gon' say I wasn't
Goin'
Yeah, I'm not
Goin'
Yeah, you know I don't stop when I get goin', goin', goin' (Uh, yeah, yeah)
I remember one time I knocked this nigga out, I got in the car, she looked me dead in my eye, she said
That shit turn me the f*ck on
Yeah
That's my Baby
I remember you made me pull over in the McDonald's parkin' lot
It was the McDonald's on, on Venice Ford
You pulled me in the bathroom
And I'll leave it at that
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Can't Keep Keisha
I been thinkin' 'bout my life with you
We been f*ckin' for a night or two
You like the sunrise even in the afternoon
Can't keep Keisha off my mind
They gon' be like, "Who is Keisha?"
(That's my baby)
Ain't no muhf*ckin' Keisha, man
I'm just poppin' my shit
You feel me
I wake her up like this, like this
We woke up in the mornin', baby, it's a blessin'
I'm tryna give her mornin' dick before she cook me breakfast
It must have been some warnings, really didn't get the message
Like when my phone on silent
Just like the tires on the Tesla, bitch, you know I'm ridin'
Don't try to swerve inside of my lane when you finally see me thrivin'
These hoes gon' try to drive you insane when they finally see you smilin'
I let the window down and light the blunt so they can see me vibin'
It ain't even warm outside
Niggas know that I'm the one, but I took my losses just like the Hornets, I (uh)
Had to switch shit up, had to move shit around, now I'm right back, fortified
Used to come with a trash bag full of them pounds and a big Glock .45
Yeah, when she gimme that pussy, I need head first like one of them water slides
You know that they came to me, put that shit in my hand
The day that they took your chain, I'm showin' up ready
Sunshine, rain, sleet, snow like one of those football games
Bitches see me, screamin' and holdin' they face like they got peppered sprayed (ah, ah)
Baby comin', they linin' up 'round the block like it's election day (nigga)
I been thinkin' 'bout my life with you
We been f*ckin' for a night or two
You like the sunrise even in the afternoon
Can't keep Keisha off my mind
Yeah, let's go
I got a bar for every bump on your face
Shit, hwere the keys? I got a car for every muhf*ckin' day
Oh, what a blessin' 'cause the car I drive depend on my mood
Ain't help me cook before I ate, I still a give her my food
Now f*ck these niggas and these bitches and they feelings, I'm rude
'Cause they took advantage of me (yeah)
Before I gave my bread to my hoes, I done gave my family money
I made myself a boss by myself but you had your daddy money
Now that's the plan for my kids
'Fore I let a bitch dishonor me, I'll be a man with no rib
Give a f*ck 'bout none of that (uh, uh)
I'll give up everything I got just to get my brother back
If they with me and they standin' on business, I'll stand in front of that
That's the type of man I am
I'ma keep on goin' through hell and back to be a family man (nigga)
You play with my family, you get whacked, I'll shoot your cameraman (nigga)
I've been around the world, I'm talkin' from Hong Kong to Amsterdam (nigga)
I'm from the bottom, I turned a show down in Pakistan (yeah)
All around the globe people will pass out for attention from me (okay)
When I get through customs, fans be waitin' 'round with pictures of me (okay)
I be keepin' my eyes on who beside me when this shit get ugly
I just flew my mama to Abu Dhabi, nigga, this shit been lovely
Believe that, nigga
I been thinkin' 'bout my life with you
We been f*ckin' for a night or two
You like the sunrise even in the afternoon
Can't keep Keisha off my mind
Yeah, this shit been lovely, nigga
You know
To God be the glory, man
I'm blessed
We been f*ckin' for a night or two
You like the sunrise even in the afternoon
Can't keep Keisha off my mind
They gon' be like, "Who is Keisha?"
(That's my baby)
Ain't no muhf*ckin' Keisha, man
I'm just poppin' my shit
You feel me
I wake her up like this, like this
We woke up in the mornin', baby, it's a blessin'
I'm tryna give her mornin' dick before she cook me breakfast
It must have been some warnings, really didn't get the message
Like when my phone on silent
Just like the tires on the Tesla, bitch, you know I'm ridin'
Don't try to swerve inside of my lane when you finally see me thrivin'
These hoes gon' try to drive you insane when they finally see you smilin'
I let the window down and light the blunt so they can see me vibin'
It ain't even warm outside
Niggas know that I'm the one, but I took my losses just like the Hornets, I (uh)
Had to switch shit up, had to move shit around, now I'm right back, fortified
Used to come with a trash bag full of them pounds and a big Glock .45
Yeah, when she gimme that pussy, I need head first like one of them water slides
You know that they came to me, put that shit in my hand
The day that they took your chain, I'm showin' up ready
Sunshine, rain, sleet, snow like one of those football games
Bitches see me, screamin' and holdin' they face like they got peppered sprayed (ah, ah)
Baby comin', they linin' up 'round the block like it's election day (nigga)
I been thinkin' 'bout my life with you
We been f*ckin' for a night or two
You like the sunrise even in the afternoon
Can't keep Keisha off my mind
Yeah, let's go
I got a bar for every bump on your face
Shit, hwere the keys? I got a car for every muhf*ckin' day
Oh, what a blessin' 'cause the car I drive depend on my mood
Ain't help me cook before I ate, I still a give her my food
Now f*ck these niggas and these bitches and they feelings, I'm rude
'Cause they took advantage of me (yeah)
Before I gave my bread to my hoes, I done gave my family money
I made myself a boss by myself but you had your daddy money
Now that's the plan for my kids
'Fore I let a bitch dishonor me, I'll be a man with no rib
Give a f*ck 'bout none of that (uh, uh)
I'll give up everything I got just to get my brother back
If they with me and they standin' on business, I'll stand in front of that
That's the type of man I am
I'ma keep on goin' through hell and back to be a family man (nigga)
You play with my family, you get whacked, I'll shoot your cameraman (nigga)
I've been around the world, I'm talkin' from Hong Kong to Amsterdam (nigga)
I'm from the bottom, I turned a show down in Pakistan (yeah)
All around the globe people will pass out for attention from me (okay)
When I get through customs, fans be waitin' 'round with pictures of me (okay)
I be keepin' my eyes on who beside me when this shit get ugly
I just flew my mama to Abu Dhabi, nigga, this shit been lovely
Believe that, nigga
I been thinkin' 'bout my life with you
We been f*ckin' for a night or two
You like the sunrise even in the afternoon
Can't keep Keisha off my mind
Yeah, this shit been lovely, nigga
You know
To God be the glory, man
I'm blessed
Writer: Adam Gamble, Anthony Mosley, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
