Lyrics: Travis Mark Anthony Dickey/Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Donald Bryant/Bernard Miller/Margaret Ann Peebles
Music: Travis Mark Anthony Dickey/Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Donald Bryant/Bernard Miller/Margaret Ann Peebles
[Verse 1: DaBaby]
Okay, let me get 'em
Baby ain't sparin' shit, everybody gotta get it
Every mother****in' car a nigga ridin' in is tinted
They ain't heard nothin' from the Carolinas in a minute
Nasty, get on it and ride until she's finished
I'll give them niggas ten-twenty thousand, make 'em spend it
Or pull the pistol out, make you holler if you hear me
Two pretty bitches lookin' out the window, say—
[Verse 2: Trap Dickey & DaBaby]
"There go Trap," he always talkin' 'bout two letters
Crosstreks, he say he ridin' on whoever (Whoever)
Tar Heels, Carolina, Blue Devils
We make it rain, blue hundreds, new weather (Boom)
I can't stand no nigga who talk that shit like he gon' shoot better (Let me get 'em)
[Verse 3: DaBaby]
Pull out and up it on whoever
****in' his ho, she say I get your boo wetter
I'm with this bitch and she 5'7"
I got a Five-seveN
I up this bitch, send some shots at 'em
I let that fire go, for real
Come pour some water on me, make me chill
Why you keep lookin' like that? What's the deal?
You ain't give that pussy up, ho, be for real
Ain't one of them lil' niggas you gotta' lie to
That can't make you nut back-to-back the way I do
Listen, I ain't into gettin' out, I'm gettin' in my feelings
Told you not to play with my pimpin' (Nigga, uh)
Baby ain't doin' no mother****in' kissin' (Uh)
Cut off every bitch that don't listen (Uh)
Ho, startin' to think that my whip need a bathroom (Uh), pulled up on them niggas and I shitted
Brought the Phantom out, did it for the Carolinas, five seats, I'm the only nigga in it
They don't know if I bought it or a nigga went to rent it
She pull up and she swallow all my kids, I can't forget it
Even when a nigga in and out of town, get in my feelings
It be bitches over here, but somethin' 'bout 'em make me miss it
Cold lil' nigga in the summer, need a coat
Cold lil' bitch, she come and hug me with her throat
Poor-ass nigga, somewhere askin' for a poke
She come and bust it open for DaBaby, I'm the GOAT
Believe that
[Verse 4: Trap Dickey]
"There go Trap," now bring that shit back like a re-run
I told you I was the shit since the begun
Hondas, matter fact, drive-bys, Nissan
My pockets big like Big Pun (Boom, boom)
I got a plug out in Asia, he get it to me no matter the season (Baow)
We servin' bags, makin' plays, and if you pull up, you can get you a cheap one
Shades on like I'm Johnny Cage
.45 like I'm Michael J
Attitude like I'm Dr. Dre
He not a killer, he kill by mistake
We get it on like I'm Marvin Gaye
We catch a body, then we celebrate
Wish you would try me, that's another case
We takin' shots, no chaser (Boom)
Checkin' on me like it's Instagram
My nigga poppin' them Percs and don't care 'bout the milligram
I seen my cousin' lose trial, he left the court with a smile like he don't even give a damn
Shooters with me like I'm Cunningham
Just took my auntie another gram, no, I ain't one of them
Before the buzz, nigga, I been through the mud and ain't talkin' 'bout Monster Jam
Work so hard, no days off, I'm in the streets for real, used to trap at the Days Inn
I know this shit gon' pay off, boss like Rick Ross, I used to trip off a net ten
Brand new Glock, best friend, I'm shootin' shit for real, this shit cave your chest in
Kyrie Irving, left hand
They sayin'— (Boom)