DaBaby

He must ain’t heard about Baby
He must not know about Jon Jon

Tried to get you pregnant, get you knocked up (Ooh-ooh)
You know I got the whole world against me

Everybody know my name ringin’ bells
Ringin’ bells like the hallway (Uh-huh)

I’m out with your bitch and I only want knowledge

She got a lil’ mileage, I’m chillin’ (Uh)

And I’m the muh’fuckin’ best rapper, man

You know, the best rapper

Je hais les hommes donc je ne vais plus trop dehors

Et pour pleurer, je dois m’cacher, baisser les stores

I ride with two burners and a flip phone, switch the numbers I don’t pay the bill

Just dropped a video, and got a mil’

I’m rocking the Rollie, check my wrist game (Bling)

Say she wanna fuck me to my mixtape (Yeah)

I do this thing when they met me, I swear to God, they be in love with lil’ Baby

They all keep on jockin’ my style, I got so much flavor it’s gettin’ contagious

I don’t wanna be your friend and I don’t trust you

One thing I hate about a sucker

They always end up offended by my hustle

Nah, nah, for real though

I’m talkin’ bout with the shopping bags in the back seat and all that

That ain’t DaBaby, that’s my baby

You better tell ’em

I fell in love with the fast cash (Ayy)

I’m pulling up with a trash bag (Trash bags)

You run the city with bag tags (Bag tags)

Tell me who workin’ harder than me? (Who workin’ harder?)

Who workin’ harder than me? (Who workin’ harder?)

She gon’ bust it open for a real one

Swear the love is like we here playing bball

And we fucking like we tryna make some children

Name of this mix-tape is So Disrespectful

I’m ’bout to be so disrespectful

I recorded all 10 songs at the crib

I was talking to God, thanking him for everything he done did for me, thanking him for everything he done gave me

I asked him why I’m so special

He told me I’m the chosen one