Released: September 25, 2015
Songwriter: DaBaby
[Verse]
Just told my brother Ri, bruh, we gon' see a million dollars
These niggas can't fuck with me (I swear), ay bruh, I put that shit on our mama
I pull up in that bumblebee (Skr), all you smell is cologne and good marijuana
Told you I was that nigga but you didn't listen, I know you regret it, tell me what you missin'
Now watch out for these bitches, won't leave me alone, they keep sending pictures, I need a new phone, woo
I used to put on the same clothes all throughout the week but I still had them hoes
I used to put on the same clothes all throughout the week but I still had them hoes
Then shit got ridiculous, I learned how to save shit, got out of control
(I noticed that God has been blessing me heavily, pray everyday, but still nobody knows)
I perform on a stage in a few different states and I love to see people turn up at my shows
My nigga went on 'cause I didn't have time, but still I had time to go fuck with them hoes
I gotta do better, spend time with the family
Take a vacation, get back to Miami
Smoke a blunt with my brother, go chill with my cousin
Make sure all my people know that I still love 'em
The fame'll do nothing, it's crazy, same reason they hate me, same reason they love me
But unfortunately I am impatient, I won't keep you waitin', I'm gon' keep it comin'
Consistently creatin' music and stackin' my paper, preparin' for something
Said fuck it, I'm dropping a mixtape, quit telling me be patient, bruh, this shit ain't nothing (You right)
I was approached by a nigga in public, ain't like his demeanor so I started clutchin'
He told me he fuck with me, fuck with my music, I let go the tool, told the nigga I love him
I told him take one of my CDs, he told me he got one but he need another
And that was at 6:45 in the morning, I ran out of Swishers while I was recording (Woo, woo)
(The music my money, this shit got me geeked)
Fly to the islands with one of my freaks
You already know I'm turnt up on the beach
That's why I didn't pick up my phone for a week
Fuck it, I'm living, I know when these haters won't get me
Got [?] he got me, nobody can stop it
What you think? I'm Baby Jesus, these niggas make believe, I make believers
But how many said that shit when I was John?
She tell me she fuck wit; me 'cause of my grind
Been grinding forever, I told her stop lying
I told her she fuck with me 'cause of my shine
It don't even matter, shit, how can I blame ya
I am a god with the gun and the weapon
Shall prosper, I'm walking with heavenly angels
I have just noticed my calling was to be your prophet
Disguised as an artist to put on for Charlotte
(You already know it, nobody can fuck wit' me
Niggas around me, all of 'em grew up wit' me)
Some of them niggas, they didn't grow up wit' me
But I bet they wanted nobody fuck wit' me
You already know it, we calling 'em coming
You already know it, free all of my cousins
You already know it, nigga, Baby Jesus
[Outro]
Huh
(Shoutout to all the real niggas, man) Smoke some one time
Let me fuck some one time (It's DaBaby)
I want suck some one time (Baby Jesus)
You already know (So Disrespectful the muhfuckin' mixtape)
Hey (Girl said I'm hood)
You already know it, hey (Golden Child, what's happenin' my nigga)
Hey, hey, poof, yeah
(Ay man, ay man, how the fuck I host my own tape, man, without shouting out all the real DJs out there that I fuck wit', man, shoutout my nigga DJ Trap, my nigga Mike Mad, shoutout to my nigga DJ Cuts, DJ Ingenius, False ID, DJ B-Easy, DJ Chuck T)
Just told my brother Ri, bruh, we gon' see a million dollars
These niggas can't fuck with me (I swear), ay bruh, I put that shit on our mama
I pull up in that bumblebee (Skr), all you smell is cologne and good marijuana
Told you I was that nigga but you didn't listen, I know you regret it, tell me what you missin'
Now watch out for these bitches, won't leave me alone, they keep sending pictures, I need a new phone, woo
I used to put on the same clothes all throughout the week but I still had them hoes
I used to put on the same clothes all throughout the week but I still had them hoes
Then shit got ridiculous, I learned how to save shit, got out of control
(I noticed that God has been blessing me heavily, pray everyday, but still nobody knows)
I perform on a stage in a few different states and I love to see people turn up at my shows
My nigga went on 'cause I didn't have time, but still I had time to go fuck with them hoes
I gotta do better, spend time with the family
Take a vacation, get back to Miami
Smoke a blunt with my brother, go chill with my cousin
Make sure all my people know that I still love 'em
The fame'll do nothing, it's crazy, same reason they hate me, same reason they love me
But unfortunately I am impatient, I won't keep you waitin', I'm gon' keep it comin'
Consistently creatin' music and stackin' my paper, preparin' for something
Said fuck it, I'm dropping a mixtape, quit telling me be patient, bruh, this shit ain't nothing (You right)
I was approached by a nigga in public, ain't like his demeanor so I started clutchin'
He told me he fuck with me, fuck with my music, I let go the tool, told the nigga I love him
I told him take one of my CDs, he told me he got one but he need another
And that was at 6:45 in the morning, I ran out of Swishers while I was recording (Woo, woo)
(The music my money, this shit got me geeked)
Fly to the islands with one of my freaks
You already know I'm turnt up on the beach
That's why I didn't pick up my phone for a week
Fuck it, I'm living, I know when these haters won't get me
Got [?] he got me, nobody can stop it
What you think? I'm Baby Jesus, these niggas make believe, I make believers
But how many said that shit when I was John?
She tell me she fuck wit; me 'cause of my grind
Been grinding forever, I told her stop lying
I told her she fuck with me 'cause of my shine
It don't even matter, shit, how can I blame ya
I am a god with the gun and the weapon
Shall prosper, I'm walking with heavenly angels
I have just noticed my calling was to be your prophet
Disguised as an artist to put on for Charlotte
(You already know it, nobody can fuck wit' me
Niggas around me, all of 'em grew up wit' me)
Some of them niggas, they didn't grow up wit' me
But I bet they wanted nobody fuck wit' me
You already know it, we calling 'em coming
You already know it, free all of my cousins
You already know it, nigga, Baby Jesus
[Outro]
Huh
(Shoutout to all the real niggas, man) Smoke some one time
Let me fuck some one time (It's DaBaby)
I want suck some one time (Baby Jesus)
You already know (So Disrespectful the muhfuckin' mixtape)
Hey (Girl said I'm hood)
You already know it, hey (Golden Child, what's happenin' my nigga)
Hey, hey, poof, yeah
(Ay man, ay man, how the fuck I host my own tape, man, without shouting out all the real DJs out there that I fuck wit', man, shoutout my nigga DJ Trap, my nigga Mike Mad, shoutout to my nigga DJ Cuts, DJ Ingenius, False ID, DJ B-Easy, DJ Chuck T)