Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Eric Cox Jr.
Songwriter
Lyrics
Shawty what yo name is
My name is, my name is, my name is, my name is, my name is
My name is DuBlaVaeè
You cannot fuck with me
Never a passenger
Always the driver's seat
Think you be runnin' it
But you can't outrun me
Constantly runnin' your mouth
Time to have a seat
I'm Dubby with the dick
Dubby with the draco
Hella fragrant
I'll hit you in ya nasal
Take your bad bitch
And turn her to my stank hoe
Love that sausage
I sprinkle it with basil
Dubby he a flirt
Yeah that Dubby he a dick throb
Say they call you Swiper nigga
But you bout to get robbed
Shouting fuck these niggas all my bitches yelling ditto
All the girls that's with me pretty so they
Never get clocked
Ride him like a horse
Cause he bussin' out the stable
Got me praying for him because my God he is able
Pretty like Beyoncè he know he should just be grateful
He said I'm like Rihanna in that video unfaithful
Hands on your knees
Now you go'on make it clap for him
When you bend it over
Yeah you don't know how to act on him
Yeah you get to bussin' pulling tricks no cap for him
It's like you don't know where you at up on the map touring
You can't fuck me
Outta my money
Outta my time
I'm on my grind
If you thought you could take it from me
You outta yo outta yo mind
Yeah that peach is mighty round
Hashtag cake by the pound
Call up Quavo in Miami make these bitches Strub Da Ground
I am from the north
But I moved to the south
Find it best not to speak on me
Please watch your mouth
You can't do what I do
This irregular clout
How say you ain't parched
But you look like a drought
Aye!
Drought drought drought
Yeah bitch I know you thirsty
Born in the DMV but moved to the A
Know I'm hella toxic so fuck apologies
The way that I been turning up
They think I need AA
Don't tell me what I know
Don't talk about what I can do do
Never been a lie them bitches know I keep it too true
Tell me bout what you do
Call the homies up and you know we can run a choo-choo
They love it when I'm dropping the top up in my blue coupe
This ain't checkers or chess
We playing fuck a nigga goose goose
My name is DuBlaVaeè
You cannot fuck with me
Never a passenger
Always the driver's seat
Think you be runnin' it
But you can't outrun me
Constantly runnin' your mouth
Time to have a seat
All of my songs
You know you be bopping
If the beat is Batman
I pop up like Robin
I go super hard
Man you know I ain't stopping
How you letting up
I don't give me that option
Yeah bitch
The only option for me is success
Get out my lane
Like panini's they pressed
I own this shit baby you are a guest
Don't send for me 'less you coming correct
Don't send for me 'less you bringing a check
Watch who you talk to you can get checked
He ain't a bird but he asked for a peck
My name ain't Ralph but he 'bout to get wrecked
All these bitch niggas
My drink cold this blunt hittin'
Hair blue but I ain't crippin'
Think I need a cane cause I'm super pimpin'
You bitches ain't shit you know it
Bitch I'm a level up you just blow it
Try to put me in a box
Can't control it
Wanna be like me
But you can't clone it bitch
Writer(s): William Cox Jr.
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