Tekst
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Ayy, haha
And I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit, man
Just got some gorilla glue, it came with seeds
I'ma pop 'em out and act like its OG
I'ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte
Got 'em for a thousand sell 'em for the three
Nigga keep blowing up my phone, crying to me
Tryna get me sell it for the cheap
No, bitch, you ain't got no receipt (Uh)
Ain't no refunds on a P (Uh)
I got a bitch thats a freak she's on my side of town
So she stay up the street (Uh)
I don't like talking to broke bitches
I remain silent like they the police (Uh)
My bitches know I'm a dog
I'ma go fuck another bitch, I need a leash (Uh)
Baby Jesus, he ain't from Miami
But that nigga ballin' and he got the heat (Uh)
Please don't compare me to rap niggas
Ain't no comparison I'm too unique (Uh)
Dunkin' on niggas above the rim
Shoutout to Money Man, he did the feat' (Uh)
I hit the yo, do a remix
Embarrass a rapper and shit on his beat (Uh)
Somebody, I'm moving savage
Put me in beast mode now it's time to eat
Just got some gorilla glue, it came with seeds
I'ma pop 'em out and act like its OG
I'ma go send them bitches back to Charlotte
Got 'em for a thousand sell 'em for the three
Nigga keep blowing up my phone, crying to me
Tryna get me sell it for the cheap
No, bitch, you ain't got no receipt (Uh)
Ain't no refunds on a P (Uh)
DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
Uh, ayy
And I'm back on my Baby Jesus shit, man
Ha
