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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
Producer 20
Producer 20
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antwain Fox
Antwain Fox
Songwriter
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Producer 20
Producer 20
Producer
Kevin "Black Pearl" McCloskey
Kevin "Black Pearl" McCloskey
Mixing Engineer
Corey Wright "Willy Frank"
Corey Wright "Willy Frank"
Recording Engineer
Danny Hurley
Danny Hurley
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Elton Chueng
Elton Chueng
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I got 20 on my beat Everybody know my name ringin' bells Ringin' bells like the hallway (uh-huh) I ain't gotta cap in no motherfuckin' rap I'll whip out and air it out broad day (mmm) I got in with that stick, and I'm with that Break a nigga in half like a Kit-Kat (uh-huh) I been tryna be positive, mama (uh-huh) They ain't fuckin' wit' Jonathan, mama (nope) Who you know put they motherfuckin' self on the map And now they don't owe nobody shit? (Me!) I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off You get laid on the floor by a jit (ha) Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket (woo) The police, they know I'm legit (woo, woo) The police, they know I got sticks They be worried about me, they know I'm a clique These niggas, they know I'm a dawg I ain't worried about him, I know he a bitch (meow) The next nigga that come play with me I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic, bitch They say I'm the hottest new nigga Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick (hot) Nigga must have a fever or somethin' Heard he was born up in Cleveland or somethin' (uh-huh) Let me give you a history lesson We moved back to Charlotte, 1999 (okay) I ain't sayin that none of that matter 'Cause if somebody touch me, then somebody dyin' (no cap) Why he talkin' so calm when he say that? (Huh?) How he make 'em rewind and replay that? (Yeah) Who you know get a fade once a week and they tryna get waves? Fuck a motherfuckin' wave-cap (uh-huh) Every time that the DJ play "Suge" Niggas throw up they arms like a motherfuckin' racetrack (let's go) Every time that my baby girl see me She run and say "daddy", I love when she say that (mwah) Every time I hit one of my moves All the bitches go crazy, they like how I do that (let's go) I keep one in the head, if I don't let off first I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back Yeah, I'm comin' like Blade in this bitch (ah) Fuck around, and walked out in a trench coat They gon' have to put me with the greats (uh-huh) Wanna fuck with me, she gotta wait (bitch) On the yacht, with me, me and the kids There's four of us, we on the sea eatin' steak (yep) I won't go back and forth with a shrimp You goin out sad 'bout a ho, I'm a pimp (ha) He keep bumpin' his motherfuckin' gums We gon' put his ass up like a motherfuckin' blimp (bitch) Like to talk on the pillow wit' hoes, that's gon' get him exposed He a motherfuckin' simp (hold up) You know he got that thang on him, baby Quit askin' him why that boy walk with a limp (shh, shh, shh) I don't care 'bout this motherfuckin' chain (uh-huh) But I'll still bust your motherfuckin' brain (uh-huh) Just got head on a motherfuckin' plane (no cap) Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth (ha) End up fuckin' this ho from the back I knew her for a day, she on go She the swoop (yeah, yeah, yeah, swoop) And these niggas ain't livin' like that Why he talkin' so gangsta? Your bro, he a fluke (fluke, fluke) They know baby gon' blow, he a flute (flute) They know baby gon' blow, he the bomb (boom) They know baby was just in Miami Now he in LA, nigga think he LeBron (ha) They know baby go baby on baby (uh-huh) But five years ago, nigga say he was John (keep goin') I touch down at the front of the plane And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton (them facts) While he drive me around, I be blowin' out pressure I'm chillin' back seat with the iron (bitch) And I'm done with this shit, man I'm one of the best motherfuckin' rappers Man, you know (I'm done with this) But I ain't gon' keep, you know, I mean, braggin' 'bout this I'm done with this one, I'm the best motherfuckin' rapper, man Quit playin' with baby, man, do not play with me I'm just exercising I'm just exercising my craft, that's it (I'm the best motherfuckin' rapper) And I'm not gonna keep sayin' this shit, I'm done sayin' this shit Uh, and I got 20 on my motherfuckin' beat, but this nigga can't engineer for shit I'm 'bout to make this nigga just start makin' beats and quit engineering A'ight, cut that shit off
Writer(s): Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Antwain Lamont Fox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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