Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
BabyChiefDoit
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jayden Whittier-Jones
Lyrics
Mathias André
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer
bucky808
Producer
Lirik
[Intro]
Grr, uh
By the grace of God, this gone be the best intro I ever made, on bro
Two-six, twelve shit, slatt, gang
I say
[Chorus]
B-A-B-Y-C-H-I-E-F-D-O-I-T, bitch
Z to the O, to the O, to the L, to the I, to the F, to the E, bitch
T-I-L to the C, bitch, I wrote A to the K, bitch
You don't know my name, bitch, you don't understand my slang, bitch
[Verse 1]
It don't get no better than me, am I understood?
****, it ain't no restin' in peace, you restin' in pieces, pee, or a wood
**** gone die just for thinkin' he could, I'm clutchin', hopin' and wishin' he would
"Join on my side?" Fuck your side, EBK, I don't wanna be good in your hood
They say I'm on a whole 'nother level, fuck that, I'm on a whole 'nother Earth
He got shot in his shit and cried, he coulda got a ice pack from the nurse
He got his best friend face on a hoodie, I'm finna fit both of they ass on a shirt
She wanna fuck anytime, anywhere, we outside, she liftin' her skirt
Everyday, it's a new damn rapper, I ain't tryna hear it 'cause that shit dirt
Yeah, you fucked that hoe on a rack but now you can't pee 'cause that shit hurt
Bitch, I'm single, you can't call me a ho because I like to flirt
This is a ho show, bring your ho clothes, come outside dressed for work
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta leave, I don't care if you ridin' a taxi
They send a shot, that shit not at me
I got some shit make a party a track meet
I'll call all of you **** my sons, call me "papi", "pappy", or "daddy"
I got it on me, you don't gotta ask me, I can't rap without Primes and Addy's, bitch
[Chorus]
B-A-B-Y-C-H-I-E-F-D-O-I-T, bitch
Z to the O, to the O, to the L, to the I, to the F, to the E, bitch
T-I-L to the C, bitch, I wrote A to the K, bitch
You don't know my name, bitch, you don't understand my slang, bitch
[Bridge]
How you don't know D-Thang, bitch? You don't know who I hang with
Fuck me 'cause I'm famous, your man wanna be gay, bitch
My pipe got a purple crouton, I don't gotta aim, bitch
I'll go insane, bitch, leave your spot in flames, bitch
[Verse 2]
I gave my **** a job, I give him a twenty to go out and slide
Go do what you do, I don't care how you did it as long as the motherfucker died
He reached for this chain, I ain't reaching for God, I couldn't believe that he tried
Man, you **** be fried, you wanna be gang? Gotta be from the trap
I ain't playing the middle, I'm slimin' his bitch ass out if he beefin' with mine
Fuck is a nine? Come through, ten-mili pistol, breakin' a motherfucker spine
Money over everything, bitch, that's my frame of mind, uh
Time ain't on my side, don't wanna talk, I need that down
Got dick and money, money and dick, whole lotta cash but none for a bitch
He with his kinfolk, come through, blow through the window, that's how dude got hit
Bow, that's how two got hit, next thing you know, some more got hit
I know a **** who 'fro got hit, that's they damn fault, they shouldn't have slipped
[Outro]
Ah-ha, yeah ****
I'm just speaking the facts
This a PSA, leave us the fuck alone 'fore your ass get clapped
Up pole, make his ass get back
Man down, let a **** get clap
**** know what the fuck going on, lil' ChiefDoIt still big slatt...
Written by: Jayden Whittier-Jones, Mathias André

