Artist: DaBaby Album: No Compadre (S) Song: No Compadre (Freestyle) Typed by: AZ Lyrics Boy I'm tryna tell you Fuck it, go in off the muscle Niggas never love you, don't respect your Every time they see you, dap you up in public Second that you turn your back, they all like "Fuck you" What the fuck wrong with these niggas? I wouldn't even get on a song with these niggas You might as well go put a thong on these niggas I smell the perfume or cologne on these niggas Ah, time to turn up in the city I pull up broad day with that choppa, let's get it These niggas act like they can't get they issue Bring Swerve out the cut and I send him to get you Pull up like, "Who wanna see me?" Try me if you don't believe me I got 'em like, "Who Baby Jesus? The one that cashed out on that new yellow Beamer?" No play-play, no play-play, I'm bustin' I'm 'bout whatever, won't back down from nothin' Perfected my craft, exercising my muscle Two guns in the club, kill the first nigga touch me That's why I be chilling and minding my business I'm half-way retarded, my mind is specific Welcome to Charlotte, and this how we livin' From East to the West, better be 'bout your business In North to the South, fuck around, get your issue Re-up in Charlotte then come with your pistol Don't leave it in the car, I bring it in here with me Please don't get me started 'cause I don't like quittin' On I-85 blowing smoke out the window Vroom, I'm Ricky Bobby, I send hits like Boozie The first nigga try me, I pay for the bodies Just call me John Gotti, yeah It ain't shit to send a hit Send a DM on the Gram, hit your bitch Got a MAC-11, 32 in the clip Keep a .45 with 15 shots off the hip Glock in my tote, we strapped up in the V.I.P Fuck the security, we in the club with them pistols Catch him slipping, go knock the mug off a nigga Ask what happened, "Sorry, I do not remember" Know how we do in the fold No pressure, I know what do with your hoe Bet I make her feel special, I know what to tell her I sell her a dream, let her put on my necklace Then give her right back, know I had to finesse her Baby Jesus got more bitches than Elvis You know I got 'eem, got me feeling like Welvin You already know that all dogs go to heaven All my dogs is some felons Fuck the law, ain't no tellin' I switched up the pace on the rental Pull up on whoever, just tell me who want it I'm flat about all the subliminal messages My confirmation and niggas respect the shit I go to work like a muhfuckin' Mexican I'm so unimpressed with these niggas I expected the best from these niggas I'm disappointed, that's to say the least Somebody wake me up, I'm on the way to sleep I find it funny how these niggas changing on me like I didn't do this thing by my lonely Like I ain't put work in, no handouts, I earned it please don't say my name, lil' nigga, you don't know me I make it look easy, but don't get it twisted you ain't built for this shit, I promise I love getting money, I love getting pussy and both of 'em come with a whole lot of problems I'm the future of rap in my city, not to mention I'm known to fuck up some commas What you kids know about taking niggas money just to go and give it to your mama? If I love you, I will never let you struggle I'll give you my last, know I got ya And it's Baby Jesus, you already know it, ayy