Ay
Yeah, yeah

Let me snap off the rip
I done got back in my bag (bag)
I just be stackin' my chips (turn up)
I'm tryna roll up while I drive
I'm gon' end up crashin' the whip (ay)
She like to cut up when she ride (ride)
We gon' end up havin' some kids (uh)
I'm gon' end up spazzin' again
I fucked her once and I had her again (yeah)
And my shit so hard when I freestyle
No need to havin' a pen
I live it, I don't need to write it (huh, yuh)
So don't even try it
I'm havin' a drink on the plane (plane)
I sit at the front like the pilot (huh)
I know that little hoe, that's your main (main)
I'ma fuck her and run up her mileage (ha)
She keep tryna suck on the dick (why?)
'Cause I drip like a motherfuckin' stylist

And I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah (ha)

I can see that you motherfuckers mad (mad)
My bitch bad, whip fast
I'm in my mo- bad (bad)
Bitch, I'm a dog off the leash (grr)
I need a motherfuckin' muzzle (woof)
She tried to play hard to get (ha)
But I figured her out like a puzzle (yeah)
She get all the bread from her dad (dad)
She get all the ass from her mother
Her head so good it made me love her (huh?)
Her head so good it made me love her (yeah)
I had to say that shit two time (yeah)
She blow up my phone, get a new line (brr)
I'm chargin' these hoe for the dick
She can't use a motherfuckin' coupon (ha)

And I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah (woo)

I know you mad as hell (what?)
My bitch, she bad as well (bitch)
The Lamb', it got a new smell (skrrt)
The money is old and stale (huh?)
How I spent one-fifty on a necklace? (Yah)
How I fuck around, crash the whole Bentley?
How you rich but your bank account empty? (Empty)
She want a little bit of Fendi (what?)
She want some dick and a bag, too
She better have my ticket to Cancun (yeah)
They mad, it's nothin' I can't do (woo)
DaBaby got bitches, they comin' through (they comin')
Young nigga got riches, I cut the coupe
My neck so sick I need some soup (ack)
My bitch, she rich, get money, too (money, too)
She left me, then I would be mad, too

And I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah
I just got a DM from your best friend
And you mad, I know, yeah, you mad, I know, yeah

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Dimitri Leslie Roger, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Ross Joseph Portaro