歌词
作词 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Anthony L Mosley/Adam Gamble/Jeremy Dupree
作曲 : Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Anthony L Mosley/Adam Gamble/Jeremy Dupree
[Intro]
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
[Chorus]
Sticks and stones'll break my bones, but words'll never hurt a nigga
Baby like a oven, better not touch him, I'ma burn a nigga
I know it's a Phantom and I'm supposed to have a driver
But I whip it like a Honda and I'm outchea and I'm swervin' in it
[Verse 1]
Whippin' 'round somebody at the light, ain't see the curb, I hit it
'Bout to **** the tires up
And she just wanna spend some time with me, but I been locked in in that mode
And by the time that I get home, I'm gon' be burnt out
Probably hollerin' 'bout, "I'm tired as ****"
Any nigga think that I'm a ho, just tell him try his luck
First nigga that jump off in that water probably die a duck
I'm starin' at the ceiling overnight 'cause I got money on my mind
And I ain't havin' too much time, you on your grind or what?
Tryna get some mother****in' money, nigga, sign me up
Can't go against this shit, if niggas want, a nigga line it up
'Cause every time a nigga press my button, then I'm goin' up
Strapped up every day, they better not **** with me, I'll blow it up
The **** with niggas? Wanna see what's up with me, they know what's up
She know that I don't expressin' feelings, told me, "Open up"
This younger bitch was lookin' at me googly-eyed, don't know if she confused or not
The **** up out my face, she wasn't old enough
The **** say I couldn't go and do a show? Damn, bitch, I'm showin' up
Them him and hers just touched down in the city, nigga, roll it up
You tryna get a hundred bags of more, you get it half the price
Ain't rappin' 'bout that childish shit no more, bitch, I been growin' up
[Interlude]
Nigga
Yeah
Yeah, you know I tuned into BE MORE GRATEFUL, nigga, a classic
Yeah, look
[Chorus]
Sticks and stones'll break my bones, but words'll never hurt a nigga
Baby like a oven, better not touch him, I'ma burn a nigga
I know it's a Phantom and I'm supposed to have a driver
But I whip it like a Honda and I'm out this bitch, I'm swervin' in it
[Interlude]
Nigga
What y'all doin'
Niggas can't hurt me, nigga (That shit can't hurt me, nigga)
[Verse 2]
**** it, this the second verse
Tryna teach her everything I know, not tryna lecture her
Go home and make love to my lil' bitch, I don't have sex with her
You know I got that .40 on my hip, ain't gotta check me first
Pointin' at other cars behind my tint, I gotta wet you first
I can't let niggas hit me up
My daughter only four, just hit my phone like, "Daddy, pick me up"
I told her, "Daddy on the way"
Soon as I'm done workin', you know daddy on his grind
And when it's time, it's nothin' more to say
We rockin' out
Me and all your sisters, yeah, we pullin' up and poppin' out
And any nigga **** with you, I'm gon' make nephew sock 'em out
And if they get they daddy, bet I show him what that chopper 'bout
Make that bitch go "Brr," they gon' think a helicopter out
They softer than a paper plane
She know her daddy super solid, my oldest daughter hater lame
Let's see what they do about it, that Cybertruck, I'm shootin' out it
While bumpin' my new music out it, this album here gon' change the game
Clutchin' at my mirrors on the highway while I'm changin' lanes
I only got the real ones still beside me, we gon' stay the same
Bitch, I get to flashin' out and shootin' shit like Major Payne
Without the ****in' funny hat, I'm thuggin', bitch, I can't complain
It's Baby
[Outro]
Yeah
And what y'all doin'
Nigga, that shit don't hurt me, nigga
That shit can't hurt me, nigga
Yeah, and I'm the best mother****in' rapper, nigga
You know I tuned into a classic, nigga, BE MORE GRATEFUL, nigga
Yeah