DaBaby Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #200

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[PART I: "Mo Chicken" by BossMan Dlow] [Intro: DaBaby] Ooh, shit! This episode 200, bitch, look Baby, Justin Credible Freestyle Show, you know what the fuck we do Every single motherfuckin' time I'm the best motherfuckin' rapper, I ain't gon' keep tellin' you niggas, I'm just gon' keep demonstrating Look, look [Verse: DaBaby & Justin Credible] Pass the weed Get on the beat and I shit on it, make it a masterpiece I actually Ain't really been here applyin' myself, but I'm back, it's me (Ooh) Nasty freak She wanna fuck me right now in the car, lay back the seats Smash the V Pull up on niggas right now, and I hop out and swag the beat (Nice) The coldest nigga Soon as thеse niggas come thinkin' 'bout sleepin' on Baby I come and show thеse niggas (Come on) Every time nigga come speakin' on me like he crazy I come, expose the nigga This AR gon' knock out a hole to hit you And I don't be playin' that both sides shit Fuck every nigga that's rollin' wit' you Sold bags every day on some north side shit Roll up and meet at the store to get it In 2012, you could give me an addy And went and just go to the door to get it Turnt up way over a decade ago Ain't into givin' no change to no ho And I ain't never sent out no jet for a ho (oh-oh) She be lucky if I even check for the ho (Oh-oh) Who the fuck told you to talk in the sheets? 'Fore I pay for the pussy, I lecture the ho My lil' shit; always talk to her sweet; you know I respect my lil' ho If her boyfriend was to hustle every day like me, then his motherfuckin' necklace'll glow If this your partner then talk to your friend, he gon' die right there lyin' right next to his bro (Let's go) Told you that nigga can't run it like me They ain't never seen it or done it like me The ARP sit wit' a drum on the seat Hop out the house, it's a hunnid' at least On the floor and I'm fuckin' some fine shit Told me the carpet keep burnin' her knees I told her, put her whole face on the ground Pull that thing out, I be takin' her down Baby'nem just brought the Drac' in the club Hope they ain't playin' no Kendrick right now (Oh) He ain't really that, he just think he a thug He only that when his niggas around He ain't never stood there and drew on a nigga And shot him, and made his ass get on the ground Ain't never show one, he ghoulish, really a goblin Made it the funeral, niggas just talkin' Play me some music and don't get me started I know what to do wit' it, nigga, I'm poppin' Baby got a car for every day of the week Give me a beat and I bet that I'm walkin' Say if I leave her, then she gon' drop dead When she lose me, she gon' lay in the coffin They say I'm handsome as hell and I'm chocolate I ain't the best fuckin' rapper, then stop it, nigga [Outro: DaBaby & Justin Credible] Stop that shit, nigga It's the best motherfuckin' rapper, nigga, this Baby, nigga The prettiest chocolate nigga alive, too Get money (aye!) Yeah, shoutout BossMan Dlow, nigga This episode 200, you know what time it is, nigga Give me another one, give me another one [PART II: "squabble up" by Kendrick Lamar] [Intro: DaBaby & Justin Credible] Mhm, mm This motherfuckin' water, I can't— Yeah Come on. Take off on 'em [Verse: DaBaby & Justin Credible] On these niggas head, they got a migraine Fuck her brains out, won't call her back, I'm playin' mind games Might wanna plan they funeral, thinkin' 'bout takin' my chain Nigga won't need no ambulance fuckin' around wit' my aim Leavin' a nigga D.O.A., nigga want me to squabble up Won't even let him throw a punch, gon' punch Ali, and shot him up Rest in peace to Muhammad Ali, steppin', yeah, when I hop on a beat You better go get the hottest for me, in the Tesla truck, wit' a chop on the seat Nigga, I came out LA on business I had a couple meetings, everywhere I had a pistol No manners for no sluts, so I don't care and I don't listen I fuck her good and pull out all her hair, but I don't kiss her Turn on the music, it made me dance (Go crazy) Yeah, Glock .40, Ruger, tucked in my pants (Oh, man) Yeah, look, nigga play wit' Baby, shot the party up New York for a couple days, I flew into LaGuardia The bitch don't play no basketball, her dude is fuckin' guardin' her I think he's scared of losin' her, choose her, then she's outta' there (Crazy) Prada frames look just like the glasses Harry Potter wear Cuban link look just like the collar that a dog'll wear You can see I'm only top five and they don't gotta' care Stupidly, livin' in they delusion Baby just keep on givin' it to 'em, get in on all they confusion The shit I could lay wit' Luka, it ain't no way that we losin' You ain't even gotta' convince me that you crazy, I ain't movin' They gon' have a snowstorm in LA 'fore they play and I'll shoot 'em Nigga, squabble up, shot 'em up (Like that) Squabble up, uh-uh, shot 'em up, ooh Squabble up, nigga, shot 'em up Squabble up, uh, shot 'em up [Outro: Da Baby & Justin Credible] Come on, man You know what time is, man It's episode 200, so ain't no motherfuckin' way I don't run it, you know what I'm sayin'? (Aye) Give me the beat, I'll bun it, all the way down to the motherfuckin' ground, man Justin Credible freestyle series Man, let's fuckin' do it, man, shoutout K-Dot by the way [PART III: "One Take Freestyle" by 1900Rugrat] [Intro] Ooh, shit Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch Come on man, look Bitch [Verse] Every beat get stepped on I ain't gotta do much, pull up wit' my white ho Make her tie my shoes up, nigga wit' a AK Hate these niggas, Klu Klux, but I don't rock no white sheet I'm this bitch wit' two guns and I'm ready to blow 'em I'm back on they ass, and I'm ready to show 'em I'm actin' like these niggas better than me I come demonstrate, steppin' on shit when it's borin' (Go crazy) Ain't really into repeatin' myself So I ain't finna talk to the bitch if she foreign I make a pretty bitch get out my face Fuck from around me, this shit ain't the norm Fully on me, and I make the bitch rain Bet one you niggas won't weather the storm I had her give me some head, she was goin' Parked in the Maybach out there in the morn' Fuck the hydraulics, we makin' it bounce Talkin' that shit, they be sendin' them porns Friends be outside but you stay in the house Type to go out just to say that she out I'm top opp of hip-hop, don't say it's a drought My flow so authentic, can't play this shit out My talent too raw, really a dog Can take any beat and just give it to y'all I ain't potty trained Ain't really lactose intolerant, but I'm still shittin' on y'all Like pfff, pfff Pfff Nigga, every beat get stepped on I ain't gotta do much, pull up wit' my white ho Make her tie my shoes up, nigga wit' a AK I hate these niggas, Klu Klux, but I don't rock no white sheet I'm in this bitch wit' two guns [Outro: DaBaby & Justin Credible] Speakin' of two, this episode 200, man Justin Credible freestyle series, man (Yo) Wit' DaBaby, you know we make history every motherfuckin' time We just went three-for-three on episode 200 (Woo-ooh-ooh) We had to run it, yeah Swish! My boy, DaBaby Come on I don't know how you do it, my brother Come on, man Uh (Uh), 'cause you- 'cause you help me do it Love Let's make it happen Family, ayy You know we gotta celebrate Let's get that champagne, audio We got some champagne I'ma pop the bottle, you know Come on, come on, let that shit fly 200, man Let that shit fly Marsky, let's get some glasses It's episode 200, man Justin Credible freestyle series and DaBaby, man (Wow) Ya know I'm sayin'? (Wah) We ready? (Yeah, hey) Every beat get stepped on (Talk to 'em) I ain't gotta do much (Come on) Pull up wit' my white ho (Right) Make her tie my shoes up (Yo) A nigga wit' a AK I hate these niggas, Klu Klux But I don't rock no white sheet (Let me pour this up) I'm in this bitch wit' two guns Ooh (Yeah), he's still goin' (Yeah) He's still goin' Hey, my brother (Hold on) There ya go I'm in this bitch wit' two Haha, hey, shout to the whole Lift Off team Justin Credible's freestyle series Everybody who's been down for day one (Ah) Cheers, my brother Come on, man Thank you very much History again (History), episode 200 Cheers to episode 200 (Ooh, 200 at that), we had to fuckin' run it Marsky, big love Ken, you know the vibes D'Asia, Tribe Called Hip-Hop, couldn't do whatchu- without you, my brother Mm (Yeah), mm, like that Number 200 on y'all Ayy, we'll be back, we'll be back We gon' keep it going to 300 or 400 500, 600, 700, we ain't gon' never fuckin' stop (Yeah) I'ma start making this shit- you know, a once a month thing, man, uh (I like that) Uh, you know what I'm sayin'? (Ha) Biweekly, we do biweekly or some shit You know what I mean, we pull up every other week and goddamn demonstrate Man, it's Baby, episode 200 (Crazy), Justin Credible freestyle series I am the best motherfuckin' rapper and I'm still- (Come on) You know, sittin' back, waitin' on one of these niggas to make it happen, man Challenge him Let's go, man Challenge him, haha Yeah, yeah, I'm gone You know the love, baby Power 106, this is hip-hop, Justin Credible's freestyle series Peace and love Justin Credible