音樂影片

音樂影片

積分

演出藝人
DaBaby
DaBaby
聲樂
詞曲
Jonathan Kirk
Jonathan Kirk
詞曲創作
Nils Noehden
Nils Noehden
詞曲創作
Wesley “Wheezy” Tyler Glass
詞曲創作
製作與工程團隊
Wheezy
Wheezy
製作人
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
混音師
DJ Kid
DJ Kid
錄音師
Glenn A Tabor III
Glenn A Tabor III
母帶工程師
Nils Noehden
Nils Noehden
製作人

歌詞

[Verse 1]
Baby
(Wheezy outta here, Wheezy outta here)
Let's go
[Verse 2]
My uncles taught a **** how to hustle
My momma taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old, tryna sell a **** candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated ****, bitch, it's lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I'll still open fire on a ****
Make him get down (Get down, get down)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, bitch, you ain't seen a **** do it like Baby (Uh-uh)
Big chain and I'm solo in this bitch
Glock 45, AP and four bracelets (Let's go)
I just spent 3 million on a crib (3 M's)
And I don't even be there, I just did it for my baby (No cap)
Prolly never met a **** like me
Really 'bout whatever, from the bottom like the basement (The bottom)
You might have a point, but I ain't finna argue with you
Won't go back and forth, I be done shot 'em
I'm in the studio, I got my daughter with me
In a Fendi dress she rockin' diamonds from Johnny
Light show, **** (Let's go)
Heat me up, I got my ice on, ****
I be signin' million-dollar deals
With my fingertips on e-sign
On my fuckin' iPhone, ****
I'm that ****, let me talk about it
(Wheezy outta here)
[Verse 4]
My uncles taught a **** how to hustle
My momma taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old, tryna sell a **** candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated ****, bitch, it's lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I'll still open fire on a ****
Make him get down (No cap)
[Verse 5]
My uncles taught a **** how to hustle
My momma taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a **** candy
All I knew was how to get the money
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated ****, bitch, it's lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I'll still open fire on a ****
Make him get down (Get down, get down)
[Verse 6]
Court dates for the new year (2020)
20 on the lawyer, 27 thousand for a jet I never boarded
Everybody in the county treat a **** like the truth (Truth)
Lock the jail down every time a **** move (Lockdown)
In a dirty ass cell, doin' pushups, eatin' soup
The media believin' 'em, they wanna see me go back
Rich **** can't rob a broke **** and you know that
Locked a **** up in South Florida like he Kodak
A quarter million dollars in my muhfuckin' tote bag
They think I like to fight until a **** get a toe tag (Boom)
Hang your jersey up, that shit a throwback (Throwback)
Police say he know me, they don't wanna see me bubble
Pretty ass smile like my muhfuckin' mother
All a **** know is hustle, multi-million dollar ****
Gotta stay up out of trouble, I'm the realest **** in it
Let me talk about it
(Wheezy outta here)
[Verse 7]
My uncles taught a **** how to hustle
My momma taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old, tryna sell a **** candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated ****, bitch, it's lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I'll still open fire on a ****
Make him get down (Get down, get down)
[Verse 8]
My uncles taught a **** how to hustle
My momma taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old, tryna sell a **** candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated ****, bitch, it's lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I'll still open fire on a ****
Make him get down (Get down, get down)
Written by: Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Wesley Tyler Glass, Nils Noehden
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