Lyrics
(Firzt on the track)
Oh you thought I was coming on some motherfuckin' (that aint DaBaby, that's my baby)
Some lover boy shit huh
That's what the fuck you thought I was bout to do (I'm not coming on that lover boy shit)
Some of that lover boy shit (nah, nah, not this time, nah)
That's how you thought I was coming (fuck that)
That's what you thought huh (look fuck that)
Turn up

Brr
My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper, thumpin' like a speaker
Cutting pretty hoes off (huh)
I always been a loner I don't really need 'em
Tryin' not to doze off (tryin' not to doze)
Ain't been getting sleep, I practice what I'm preachin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fuckin' goat, these motherfuckers know it
This ain't spoken word, but I'm a fuckin' poet
This a forty, if I up it I'ma blow it
Every song I got I blank
I see these niggas hatin' on the internet
But I don't never see them at the bank (hey)
I'm at the counter takin' out some rap money
The teller tell me that I act funny
I'm going shoppin' with the trap money
I put that shit on and I drip
I tried to sneak in that bitch with the rod
My shirt was too tight it ain't cover the clip
I'm getting high on the low with yo bitch (high)
Drinkin' hen while I drive I'm control the whip (skrrt, damn)
I wouldn't try this at home (nah), I got on take a nigga bitch cologne (bitch)
Don't try to pull out ya picture phone (huh)
Kiss on this dick ain't no mistletoe (mwah)
You know I'm the shit I can switch a hoe (the shit)
Get rid of a bitch, I don't miss a hoe (yeah)
Forget it, you blew it, it's over (ha)
All hunnids they blue like they rollin' (for real)
Did my dance and I took ya lil' hoe (hoe)
She like how I be moving my shoulders (yeah)
You know how the boy do it, I'm posted
I keep that shit low key I still got that OG (huh)
And he gon' try to cap for his partnas
Don't know nothin' 'bout me, but act like he know me (huh)
And I might catch a flight to LA
Just to go back (flight) and shoot my shot like I'm Kobe (swish)
Then I go catch a flight back to Charlotte
And get off the load by my muhfuckin' lonely
'Cause my (brr)

My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper, thumpin' like a speaker (jump)
Cutting pretty hoes off (huh)
I always been a loner I don't really need 'em
Tryin' not to doze off (tryin' not to doze)
Ain't been getting sleep, I practice what I'm preachin'
If I ever go pull up to my old school, bet I can fuck on all my teachers
I'm the fuckin' goat, these motherfuckers know it

My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper, thumpin' like a speaker (the fuck)
Cutting pretty hoes off
I always been a loner (woo) I don't really need 'em (yeah)
Tryin' not to doze off
Ain't been getting sleepy, I practice what I'm preaching (fuck yeah)
If I ever go pull up to my old school,
bet I can fuck on all my teachers (pull the fuck up, fuck yeah)
I'm the fucking goat, these motherfuckers know it
(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)
Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' bout yeah
You kilt that shit

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Anthony Lesean Mosley, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk




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