Pull Up Music - DaBaby

Different when it go so hard

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh (Hah)

Ayy, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby

I’m back on my Baby Jesus shit (Hah)

That ain’t DaBaby, that’s my baby

Let me get back on my hustle, fuck a friend, it’s off the muscle (Ha)

You smoking dick, you think I trust you?

(Mhm)

Burn a nigga like I’m Usher (Boom)

I don’t go back and forth all on the internet, have no interest for discussion

(No)

Pull her hair and choke her while we fucking, I probably give her a concussion

I need a plate and I ain’t tryna wait, I’m so fucking hungry I could starve

My nigga snuck in with the rod, I’m 'bout whatever, that’s on God

I go to jail, I pay the bond, please don’t waste my fucking time

Hate on me, I hit your ho (Ho), play with me, I get that iron

Can we fucking keep a secret?

That’s a .40, bitch, I keep it (Boom)

My bitch a fucking Puerto Rican, I fuck her every other weekend

They swagger jacking, I can peep it, these nigga jacking my steelo

Bitch, it’s a brick, it’s a kilo (Brick), I beat a nigga up like Deebo

His bitch got at me on the d-low (Shh), I’m wit' my niggas shooting CeeLo

Wouldn’t run up on me, that’s a no-go (Brr), I keep it on me like it’s legal,

bitch

DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby

Ha

That ain’t DaBaby, that’s my baby

Firzt on the track

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, yeah

They should’ve told you I’m coming, nigga play with me, I mop it (It's up)

Pull up on me, think I’m bluffing?

Bust it on you, have you running (Brr)

Your bitch can get it if she want it (Oh yeah)

I’m killing your bitch from the back, I smack her ass and keep her coming (hey)

All my nigga, they a hundred, police behind me, I’m running (I'm gone)

My ho make your ho look ugly, I don’t do dimes, I do twenties (For real)

Twenty thousand on a Monday (Twenty), thirty thousand on a Tuesday

Caught your bitch out on a Wednesday, she like my style, I had her choosing (Uh)

Sleep on me and then you losing, got a beam on the chopper (Boom)

Make you lean when I pop it, got some lean from the doctor

Wherever you see me, I’m ready, my name hold weight, this shit heavy

Got your bitch face in my lap, parked at the 7-Eleven

Yeah, we at pump number nine, this ain’t no pump, this a iron

They ain’t let me in with the .40, snuck in the back with the .9

These nigga be acting and lying, posting up statuses, crying

There really, really ain’t no real niggas

And I’m 'bout to light the bih line, ayy

DaBaby