DaBaby Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #131

Lyrics

[Part I: pushin P] [Verse 1: DaBaby & Justin Credible] Off the top, don't believe the hype, nigga, it's Baby, I'm pushin' P Double R Phantom outside, drop the window with the lights Just to let them hoes look at me Yeah, I won't keep her, I'd rather be free with her Give her back to the streets, keep it G with her Might fuck with me for three years Only three times when I sit down in public and eat with her Must've forgot who he is I been fuckin' niggas hoes since fifteen It's a surprise I only got me three kids Look in his eyes, you can tell that he real Look on the net, you might think that he fake Look at the plaques, the stats, and where I came from Ain't no way you can say, "He ain't great" Type to wake up today and go sell my estate Nigga, I don't want it no more, I don't want the whips either Tryna make me mad 'bout a ho Nigga, don't know what's goin' on, I don't want the bitch either I drop her off with you, you can keep her Nigga, I ain't new to this shit, I been true to this shit Since a seven-forty-five yellow Beemer Pull up with the cutest little bitch, I don't open her doors I just fuck her all night and I leave her, yeah He pushin' P 'cause he paid for it I get that pussy for free, I'm on welfare I fell in love with her, she was my trap girl I used to make the mailman press the doorbell She got that good head if she got long hair or got no hair Fuck niggas hatin', but oh well I'm the type of rap nigga kill a rap nigga now I still walk in and do my lil' show there, nigga (Come on Baby) I'm pushin' P, I'm the realest one in it (Woo) She fuck with me, that boy still in his feelings I'm in Atlanta, buyin' designer Fuck round with me and I'll shoot you in Lennox I'm in New York where I can't have a gun I'ma just fly into New Jersey with it I'm back to Cali and I never run Play, you gon' go play with 2Pac and Biggie Yeah, I got three daughters, but I need a son You solid enough? Okay baby, come get me Lay back and push out that P, he gon' born to play I never let niggas play with me, it's Baby, nigga Huh? Yeah and I'm pushin' P, nigga [Interlude: Dababy, DJ Sourmilk, Justin Credibile] Let me get some of that water Hoo, hoo Yeah, he on fire, get that man some water Yeah, huh? Wheezy, what up? We– we– we ain't lettin' him off the hook yet Exactly, you got some else reloaded? (Oh, nah) I hope in you gon' say that 'cause look It's Superbowl Weekend It's a big weekend The tone is being set in L.A (Come on) DaBaby is here for part two as well [Segue: DJ Sourmilk] Watch this Hol' up, hol' up, watch this You ready? [Part II: too easy] [Verse 2: DaBaby, Justin Credible & Both] (Oh) Man, nigga, this shit too easy, fuckin' that ho in my Yeezys Won't take 'em off, soon as I'm done, I'm leaving She beggin' me for to stay I'm havin' business to handle, can't waste time creepin' She got to thinkin' I'm bae I guess it's my fault, my feelings change with the seasons I cuff hoes when it's cold outside Then I get gone when it's hoes outside Pull up on 'em niggas and hear, "Oh my god," Pull up on 'em niggas in a cold ass ride I used to serve niggas pound everyday In a fishbowl rental with a old .45 I ain't even have to use the scale no more When half of most niggas wouldn't know my lyin' Me and you are not the same, you a misdemeanor, nigga I get mad and send a hit on me a nigga I flash out, pull that stick out, uh Never go back 'bout a bitch That ain't part of my pimpin', that ain't how I get down, yeah I slap a grown ass man in front of all his niggas Let's see who the bitch now Arm out the window, yeah nigga, I'm it I know we supposed to be mad at DaBaby, and that nigga cancelled, but that nigga lit And these niggas hoes, I came from the bottom, I didn't have shit, wasn't even supposed to see this She get to starin' as soon as I hop out the car I didn't even have on a fit Came back with the fade on them hoes Uh, yeah, lookin' just like Money Mitch Uh, nigga, this shit too easy That's a FN on my hip, no beeper I don't trust none of these hoes, no sir I ain't claimin' none of these hoes, not even Niggas talkin' 'bout Baby on the blogs Nigga, so what, do somethin', I'm pleadin' And I ain't have to show me a nigga what's happenin' in a while Trigger finger motherfuckin' squeezin' (Ohh, ohh) Scratchin' it, now that bitch itchin' I'm back in this bitch where I'm stuck with that iron Any one of you niggas fuck with me wrong On my big bro, it's gon' be a killin' I got on my motherfuckin' grind, when the money slow down niggas got in they feelings Fuck on her slow and I don't even kiss her I'm a dog ass nigga, Baby [Bridge: DaBaby, Justin Credible & Both] Huh? Yeah, nigga, this shit too easy (Come on) Fuckin' that ho in my Yeezys I'm in this bitch with the Leakers (Come on) Yeah, huh? (Yeah) Nigga, this shit too easy Uh, fuck on that ho in my– (Uh, yeah) I'm in this bitch with the– (Yeah) [Outro: DaBaby, Justin Credible & DJ Sourmilk] Let's go (Yo) Yo (What up), you got the seatbelt on Come on What up nigga? Let's crash the car (Yo) He said "I pull up in some-, in one of them oh my gods" Nigga, this– (Uh, yeah) Yo, I'm– I'm mindblowed, my brother just came through