| Different when it go so hard
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Uh (Hah)
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| Ayy, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
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| I’m back on my Baby Jesus shit (Hah)
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| That ain’t DaBaby, that’s my baby
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| Let me get back on my hustle, fuck a friend, it’s off the muscle (Ha)
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| You smoking dick, you think I trust you? |
| (Mhm)
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| Burn a nigga like I’m Usher (Boom)
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| I don’t go back and forth all on the internet, have no interest for discussion
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| (No)
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| Pull her hair and choke her while we fucking, I probably give her a concussion
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| I need a plate and I ain’t tryna wait, I’m so fucking hungry I could starve
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| My nigga snuck in with the rod, I’m 'bout whatever, that’s on God
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| I go to jail, I pay the bond, please don’t waste my fucking time
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| Hate on me, I hit your ho (Ho), play with me, I get that iron
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| Can we fucking keep a secret? |
| That’s a .40, bitch, I keep it (Boom)
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| My bitch a fucking Puerto Rican, I fuck her every other weekend
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| They swagger jacking, I can peep it, these nigga jacking my steelo
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| Bitch, it’s a brick, it’s a kilo (Brick), I beat a nigga up like Deebo
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| His bitch got at me on the d-low (Shh), I’m wit' my niggas shooting CeeLo
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| Wouldn’t run up on me, that’s a no-go (Brr), I keep it on me like it’s legal,
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| bitch
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| DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
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| Ha
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| That ain’t DaBaby, that’s my baby
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| Firzt on the track
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ayy, yeah
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| They should’ve told you I’m coming, nigga play with me, I mop it (It's up)
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| Pull up on me, think I’m bluffing? |
| Bust it on you, have you running (Brr)
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| Your bitch can get it if she want it (Oh yeah)
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| I’m killing your bitch from the back, I smack her ass and keep her coming (hey)
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| All my nigga, they a hundred, police behind me, I’m running (I'm gone)
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| My ho make your ho look ugly, I don’t do dimes, I do twenties (For real)
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| Twenty thousand on a Monday (Twenty), thirty thousand on a Tuesday
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| Caught your bitch out on a Wednesday, she like my style, I had her choosing (Uh)
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| Sleep on me and then you losing, got a beam on the chopper (Boom)
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| Make you lean when I pop it, got some lean from the doctor
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| Wherever you see me, I’m ready, my name hold weight, this shit heavy
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| Got your bitch face in my lap, parked at the 7-Eleven
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| Yeah, we at pump number nine, this ain’t no pump, this a iron
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| They ain’t let me in with the .40, snuck in the back with the .9
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| These nigga be acting and lying, posting up statuses, crying
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| There really, really ain’t no real niggas
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| And I’m 'bout to light the bih line, ayy
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| DaBaby |