Yeah, yeah, yeah, ugh, ayy
Ayy man I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit man
Just got some gorilla glue it came with seeds, I'ma pop em out and act like its OG
I'ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte, got 'em for a thousand, sell 'em for the three
Nigga keep blowing up my phone crying to me, tryna get me sell it for the cheap
No, bitch, you ain't got no receipt (ugh)
Ain't no refunds on a P (ugh)
I got a bitch thats a freak she's on my side of town so she stay up the street (ugh)
I don't like talking to broke bitches I remain silent like they the police (ugh)
My bitches know I'ma dog I'ma go f*ck another bitch
I need a leash (ugh)
Baby Jesus he ain't from Miami
But that nigga ballin' and he got the heat (ugh)
Please don't compare me to rap niggas ain't no comparison I'm too unique (ugh)
Dunkin' on niggas above the rim shout-out to Money Man he did the feat (ugh)
I hit the yo do a remix embarrass a rapper and shit on his beat (ugh)
Somebody, I'm moving Savage and put me in beast mode now it's time to eat
Just got some gorilla glue it came with seeds, I'ma pop em out and act like its OG
I'ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte, got em for a thousand, sell 'em for the three
Nigga keep blowing up my phone crying to me, tryna get me sellin' for the cheap
No, bitch, you ain't got no receipt (ugh)
Ain't no refunds on a P (ugh)
DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
Ugh, ayy
And I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit man
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, ugh, ayy
Ayy man I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit man
Just got some gorilla glue it came with seeds, I'ma pop em out and act like its OG
I'ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte, got 'em for a thousand, sell 'em for the three
Nigga keep blowing up my phone crying to me, tryna get me sell it for the cheap
No, bitch, you ain't got no receipt (ugh)
Ain't no refunds on a P (ugh)
I got a bitch thats a freak she's on my side of town so she stay up the street (ugh)
I don't like talking to broke bitches I remain silent like they the police (ugh)
My bitches know I'ma dog I'ma go f*ck another bitch
I need a leash (ugh)
Baby Jesus he ain't from Miami
But that nigga ballin' and he got the heat (ugh)
Please don't compare me to rap niggas ain't no comparison I'm too unique (ugh)
Dunkin' on niggas above the rim shout-out to Money Man he did the feat (ugh)
I hit the yo do a remix embarrass a rapper and shit on his beat (ugh)
Somebody, I'm moving Savage and put me in beast mode now it's time to eat
Just got some gorilla glue it came with seeds, I'ma pop em out and act like its OG
I'ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte, got em for a thousand, sell 'em for the three
Nigga keep blowing up my phone crying to me, tryna get me sellin' for the cheap
No, bitch, you ain't got no receipt (ugh)
Ain't no refunds on a P (ugh)
DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
Ugh, ayy
And I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit man
Ayy man I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit man
Just got some gorilla glue it came with seeds, I'ma pop em out and act like its OG
I'ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte, got 'em for a thousand, sell 'em for the three
Nigga keep blowing up my phone crying to me, tryna get me sell it for the cheap
No, bitch, you ain't got no receipt (ugh)
Ain't no refunds on a P (ugh)
I got a bitch thats a freak she's on my side of town so she stay up the street (ugh)
I don't like talking to broke bitches I remain silent like they the police (ugh)
My bitches know I'ma dog I'ma go f*ck another bitch
I need a leash (ugh)
Baby Jesus he ain't from Miami
But that nigga ballin' and he got the heat (ugh)
Please don't compare me to rap niggas ain't no comparison I'm too unique (ugh)
Dunkin' on niggas above the rim shout-out to Money Man he did the feat (ugh)
I hit the yo do a remix embarrass a rapper and shit on his beat (ugh)
Somebody, I'm moving Savage and put me in beast mode now it's time to eat
Just got some gorilla glue it came with seeds, I'ma pop em out and act like its OG
I'ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte, got em for a thousand, sell 'em for the three
Nigga keep blowing up my phone crying to me, tryna get me sellin' for the cheap
No, bitch, you ain't got no receipt (ugh)
Ain't no refunds on a P (ugh)
DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
Ugh, ayy
And I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit man
Writer: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Anthony Lesean Mosley
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC