In this vibrant track, DaBaby asserts his dominance in the rap industry. He's not shy about acknowledging his success and doesn't owe anyone anything for it. The lyrics reflect on his journey from Cleveland to Charlotte, and how he's managed to make a name for himself without any handouts. He also touches on his run-ins with the law, suggesting that despite his fame, he still faces issues due to racial profiling. DaBaby uses this song as a platform to express his confidence and declare himself as one of the best rappers in the game. The track is filled with bravado and serves as an affirmation of DaBaby's place at the top of the hip-hop industry.
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Lyrics
I got 20 on my beat
Everybody know my name ringin' bells
Ringin' bells like the hallway (uh-huh)
I ain't gotta cap in no mothafuckin' rap
I'll whip out and air it out broad day (mmm)
I got in with that stick, and I'm with that
Break a nigga in half like a Kit-Kat (uh-huh)
I been tryna be positive, mama (uh-huh)
They ain't fuckin' wit' Jonathan, mama (nope)
Who you know put they mothafuckin' self on the map
And now they don't owe nobody shit? (me)
I send one of my lil' niggas, come take you off
You get laid on the floor by a jit (ha)
Got pulled over with fifty-five K in my pocket (woo)
The police, they know I'm legit (woo, woo)
The police, they know I got sticks
They be worried about me, they know I'm a clique
These niggas, they know I'm a dawg
I ain't worried about him, I know he a bitch (meow)
The next nigga that come play with me
I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic, bitch
They say I'm the hottest new nigga
Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick (hot)
Nigga must have a fever or somethin'
Heard he was born up in Cleveland or somethin' (uh-huh)
Let me give you a history lesson
We moved back to Charlotte, 1999 (Okay)
I ain't sayin that none of that matter
'Cause if somebody touch me, then somebody dyin' (no cap)
Why he talkin' so calm when he say that? (huh?)
How he make 'em rewind and replay that? (yeah)
Who you know get a fade once a week and they tryna get waves?
Fuck a mothafuckin' wave-cap (uh-huh)
Every time that the DJ play "Suge"
Niggas throw up they arms like a mothafuckin' racetrack (let's go)
Every time that my baby girl see me
She run and say "Daddy", I love when she say that (mwah)
Every time I hit one of my moves
All the bitches go crazy, they like how I do that (let's go)
I keep one in the head, if I don't let off first
I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back
Yeah, I'm comin' like Blade in this bitch (ah)
Fuck around, and walked out in a trench coat
They gon' have to put me with the greats (uh-huh)
Wanna fuck with me, she gotta wait (bitch)
On the yacht, with me, me and the kids
There's four of us, we on the sea eatin' steak (yep)
I won't go back and forth with a shrimp
You goin out sad 'bout a hoe, I'm a pimp (ha)
He keep bumpin' his motherfuckin' gums
We gon put his ass up like a mothafuckin' blimp (bitch)
Like to talk on the pillow wit' hoes, that's gon' get him exposed
He a mothafuckin' simp (hold up)
You know he got that thang on him, baby
Quit askin' him why that boy walk with a limp (shh, shh, shh)
I don't care bout this mothafuckin' chain (uh-huh)
But I'll still bust your mothafuckin' brain (uh-huh)
Just got head on a mothafuckin' plane (no cap)
Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth (ha)
End up fuckin' this hoe from the back
I knew her for a day, she on go, she the swoop (yeah, yeah, yeah, swoop)
And these niggas ain't livin' like that
Why he talkin' so gangsta? Your bro, he a fluke (fluke, fluke)
They know Baby gon' blow, he a flute (flute)
They know Baby gon' blow, he the bomb (boom)
They know Baby was just in Miami
Now he in L.A., nigga think he LeBron (ha)
They know Baby go baby on baby (Uh-huh)
But five years ago, nigga say he was John (keep goin')
I touch down at the front of the plane
And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton (them facts)
While he drive me around, I be blowin' out pressure
I'm chillin' backseat with the iron (bitch)
And I'm done with this shit, man
I'm one of the best mothafuckin' rappers, man (I'm fuckin' done with this shit, man)
You know (I'm done with this)
But I ain't gon' keep, you know, I mean, braggin' 'bout this
I'm done with this one, I'm the best mothafuckin' rapper, man
Quit playin' with Baby, man, do not play with me
I'm just exercising, I'm just exercising my craft, that's it (I'm the best mothafuckin' rapper)
And I'm not gonna keep sayin' this shit, (yeah) I'm done sayin' this shit
Uh
And I got 20 on my mothafuckin' beat, but this nigga can't engineer for shit
I'm 'bout to make this nigga just start makin' beats and quit engineering
Aight, cut that shit off
Writer(s): Antwain Lamont Fox, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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