Released: November 2, 2018
Songwriter: Sean Da Firzt DaBaby
Producer: Sean Da Firzt
[Intro]
Firzt on the track
Oh, you thought I was coming on some muh'fuckin (That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Some lover boy shit, huh? (I'm not doing that shit)
That's what the fuck you thought I was about to do, some of that lover boy shit?
That's how you thought I was coming? (Not this time)
Fuck that (That's what you thought, huh?)
Look (Fuck that)
Turn up
Brrt
[Chorus]
My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper, thumpin' like a speaker
Cutting pretty hoes off
I always been a loner, I don't really need 'em
Tryin' not to doze off
Ain't been getting sleep, I practice what I'm preachin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fuckin goat, these muh'fuckas know it
[Verse]
This ain't spoken word, but I'm a fuckin' poet
This a .40, if I up it, I'ma blow it
Every song I got, I blank
I see these niggas hatin' on the internet, but I don't never see them at the bank
I'm at the counter takin' out some rap money
The teller tell me that I act funny
I'm going shoppin' with the trap money
I put that shit on and I drip
I tried to sneak in that bitch with the rod, my shirt was too tight, it ain't cover the clip
I'm getting high on the low with yo' bitch, drinkin' Hen' while I drive I'm control the whip
I wouldn’t try this at home, I got on take a nigga bitch cologne
Don't try to pull out yo' picture phone
Kiss on this dick, ain't no mistletoe
You know I'm the shit I can switch a ho
Get rid of a bitch, I don't miss a ho
Forget it, you blew it, it's over
All hundreds they blue like they rollin'
Did my dance and I took yo' lil' ho
She like how I be moving my shoulders
You know how the boy do it, I'm posted, I keep that shit lowkey, I still got that OG
And he gon' try to cap for his partners, don't know nothin' 'bout me, but act like he know me
And I might catch a flight to LA just to go back and shoot my shot like I'm Kobe
Then I go catch a flight back to Charlotte and get off the load by my muh'fuckin' lonely
'Cause my
[Chorus]
My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper, thumpin' like a speaker
Cutting pretty hoes off
I always been a loner, I don't really need 'em
Tryin' not to doze off
Ain't been getting sleep, I practice what I'm preachin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fuckin goat, these muh'fuckas know it
My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper, thumpin' like a speaker
Cutting pretty hoes off
I always been a loner, I don't really need 'em
Tryin' not to doze off
Ain't been getting sleepy, I practice what I'm preachin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fucking goat, these motherfuckers know it
[Outro]
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Firzt on the track
Oh, you thought I was coming on some muh'fuckin (That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Some lover boy shit, huh? (I'm not doing that shit)
That's what the fuck you thought I was about to do, some of that lover boy shit?
That's how you thought I was coming? (Not this time)
Fuck that (That's what you thought, huh?)
Look (Fuck that)
Turn up
Brrt
[Chorus]
My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper, thumpin' like a speaker
Cutting pretty hoes off
I always been a loner, I don't really need 'em
Tryin' not to doze off
Ain't been getting sleep, I practice what I'm preachin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fuckin goat, these muh'fuckas know it
[Verse]
This ain't spoken word, but I'm a fuckin' poet
This a .40, if I up it, I'ma blow it
Every song I got, I blank
I see these niggas hatin' on the internet, but I don't never see them at the bank
I'm at the counter takin' out some rap money
The teller tell me that I act funny
I'm going shoppin' with the trap money
I put that shit on and I drip
I tried to sneak in that bitch with the rod, my shirt was too tight, it ain't cover the clip
I'm getting high on the low with yo' bitch, drinkin' Hen' while I drive I'm control the whip
I wouldn’t try this at home, I got on take a nigga bitch cologne
Don't try to pull out yo' picture phone
Kiss on this dick, ain't no mistletoe
You know I'm the shit I can switch a ho
Get rid of a bitch, I don't miss a ho
Forget it, you blew it, it's over
All hundreds they blue like they rollin'
Did my dance and I took yo' lil' ho
She like how I be moving my shoulders
You know how the boy do it, I'm posted, I keep that shit lowkey, I still got that OG
And he gon' try to cap for his partners, don't know nothin' 'bout me, but act like he know me
And I might catch a flight to LA just to go back and shoot my shot like I'm Kobe
Then I go catch a flight back to Charlotte and get off the load by my muh'fuckin' lonely
'Cause my
[Chorus]
My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper, thumpin' like a speaker
Cutting pretty hoes off
I always been a loner, I don't really need 'em
Tryin' not to doze off
Ain't been getting sleep, I practice what I'm preachin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fuckin goat, these muh'fuckas know it
My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper, thumpin' like a speaker
Cutting pretty hoes off
I always been a loner, I don't really need 'em
Tryin' not to doze off
Ain't been getting sleepy, I practice what I'm preachin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fucking goat, these motherfuckers know it
[Outro]
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby