| Firzt on the track
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| Oh, you thought I was coming on some muh’fuckin
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| (That ain’t DaBaby, that’s my baby)
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| Some lover boy shit, huh? |
| (I'm not doing that shit)
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| That’s what the fuck you thought I was about to do, some of that lover boy shit?
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| That’s how you thought I was coming? |
| (Not this time)
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| Fuck that (That's what you thought, huh?)
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| Look (Fuck that)
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| Turn up
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| Brrt
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| My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper, thumpin' like a speaker
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| Cutting pretty hoes off
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| I always been a loner, I don’t really need 'em
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| Tryin' not to doze off
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| Ain’t been getting sleep, I practice what I’m preachin'
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| If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
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| I’m the fuckin goat, these muh’fuckas know it
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| This ain’t spoken word, but I’m a fuckin' poet
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| This a .40, if I up it, I’ma blow it
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| Every song I got, I blank
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| I see these niggas hatin' on the internet, but I don’t never see them at the
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| bank
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| I’m at the counter takin' out some rap money
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| The teller tell me that I act funny
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| I’m going shoppin' with the trap money
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| I put that shit on and I drip
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| I tried to sneak in that bitch with the rod, my shirt was too tight,
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| it ain’t cover the clip
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| I’m getting high on the low with yo' bitch, drinkin' Hen' while I drive I’m
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| control the whip
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| I wouldn’t try this at home, I got on take a nigga bitch cologne
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| Don’t try to pull out yo' picture phone
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| Kiss on this dick, ain’t no mistletoe
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| You know I’m the shit I can switch a ho
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| Get rid of a bitch, I don’t miss a ho
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| Forget it, you blew it, it’s over
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| All hundreds they blue like they rollin'
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| Did my dance and I took yo' lil' ho
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| She like how I be moving my shoulders
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| You know how the boy do it, I’m posted, I keep that shit lowkey,
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| I still got that OG
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| And he gon' try to cap for his partners, don’t know nothin' 'bout me,
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| but act like he know me
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| And I might catch a flight to LA just to go back and shoot my shot like I’m Kobe
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| Then I go catch a flight back to Charlotte and get off the load by my
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| muh’fuckin' lonely
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| 'Cause my
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| My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper, thumpin' like a speaker
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| Cutting pretty hoes off
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| I always been a loner, I don’t really need 'em
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| Tryin' not to doze off
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| Ain’t been getting sleep, I practice what I’m preachin'
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| If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
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| I’m the fuckin goat, these muh’fuckas know it
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| My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper, thumpin' like a speaker
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| Cutting pretty hoes off
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| I always been a loner, I don’t really need 'em
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| Tryin' not to doze off
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| Ain’t been getting sleepy, I practice what I’m preachin'
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| If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
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| I’m the fucking goat, these motherfuckers know it
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| That ain’t DaBaby, that’s my baby |