| Yeah
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| The lil bad boy did it
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| Been a long time since I had no feelings (Yeah)
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| Trying not to smash on niggas
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| In and out of town in the bag, I’m different (Bag)
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| Can’t get in my past can’t fit it
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| My bitch just bought me a brand new pistol
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| Handsome nigga with a handgun with me
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| All these niggas talking 'bout real nigga shit (Yeah)
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| What you know about real nigga shit
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| I’ma die for my family or sit in the pen (Pen)
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| Fuck you mean? |
| I’m as real as it gets
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| She just got her hair done and she sent me a pic
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| I get home, she gon' sit on my dick
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| We was broke as the fuck tryna get us a M
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| Drive for me, I’ma hit me a lick
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| These niggas sit around talking all day
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| Like some hoes, that ain’t how a real nigga get rich
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| Froze, a year’s worth of rent on my wrist
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| I been through some shit to get this
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| Yeah, I know you lil friendly niggas lost a whole lot of friends to get rich
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| And that’s why I don’t fuck with friendly niggas now, I really never did
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| You dead
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| Yeah
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| The lil bad boy did it
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| Been a long time since I had no feelings (Yeah)
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| Trying not to smash on niggas
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| In and out of town in the bag, I’m different (Bag)
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| Can’t get in my past can’t fit it
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| My bitch just bought me a brand new pistol
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| Handsome nigga with a handgun with me
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| New Patek, hunnid bands on my wrist
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| Can’t take no chance, keep my stick
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| Bro scoring, ain’t no chance, he might miss
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| Put that beam on his head, we strike shit
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| Hollows explode from the cans like, oh shit
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| Day ones only clan I roll with
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| Amiri my pants, Dior kicks in my bag
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| I just flex on my old bitch
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| Don’t act like they don’t say I’m the goat
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| But I don’t really think that I hear that enough
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| She say I’m poppin', now I’m in her throat
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| I remember back then she wasn’t giving it up
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| I went from Gucci, to Prada, to Dolce, and Louis, like lately I’m switching it
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| up
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| I keep a Glock in my Louis, and two other shooters, like who gon' get busy with
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| us?
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| Yeah
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| The lil bad boy did it
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| Been a long time since I had no feelings (Yeah)
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| Trying not to smash on niggas
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| In and out of town in the bag, I’m different (Bag)
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| Can’t get in my past can’t fit it
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| My bitch just bought me a brand new pistol
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| Handsome nigga with a handgun with me
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| Cap, why you got all these bottles in the car? |
| (Huh?)
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| 'Cause bitch, it’s just me and DaBaby
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| Cap, why you don’t beef on Instagram with niggas? |
| (What?)
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| 'Cause that shit’ll make me look crazy
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| Go to heaven I still see it in the cut
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| I’m in hell raising
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| I was dead broke, yeah zero (Nothing)
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| Niggas looked at me like Jason
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| Now they see the boss though
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| Now they look at me like Tatum (Celtics)
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| I’ma fuck all these bitches
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| I’m patient now they look at me like Brady
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| I have no more opps, now they play, we spin they block down
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| Someone coming, woo-woo
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| I think that’s the cops sound (Skrrt)
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| Yeah
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| The lil bad boy did it
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| Been a long time since I had no feelings (Yeah)
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| Trying not to smash on niggas
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| In and out of town in the bag, I’m different (Bag)
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| Can’t get in my past can’t fit it
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| My bitch just bought me a brand new pistol
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| Handsome nigga with a handgun with me
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| The lil bad boy did it
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| Trying not to smash on niggas
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| Can’t get in my past can’t fit it
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| My bitch-
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| Handsome nigga with a handgun with me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Handgun , by - DaBaby. Song from the album My Brother’s Keeper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп