[DaBaby]
I keep tryna pull up my pants (Uh-huh)
I got thirty thousand in my joggers (Mmh)
I got the pistol on the flight (The flight)
I just flew out to LA from Charlotte

That bitch ain´t get shit from Christmas, she naughty (Hah)
In the car with her head down, she noddin’
And her boyfriend gon´ act like he with it
´Til I put this four-five on his noggin

[DaBaby]
Fuck all that talkin’, just put a few mil´ on the table and give me a pen and I´m signin´ (Bitch)
I just cut off my bitch (Why?)
´Cause you ain´t really with me, be honest
She know I´m a motherfuckin´ pimp, she don’t get steak and shrimp
B done took a lil’ bitch to McDonalds
Put a bag on your motherfuckin´ head, better watch what you said
On my motherfuckin’ pics and my comments (Bitch)

In the four I´m a motherfuckin´ giant (Huh)
A king like a motherfuckin´ lion (Yeah)
Oh, these lil’ niggas act like they want that (Uh-huh)
We gon´ slide in your DM´s, we slidin´
Better call up the homicide unit, I make ´em pull out yellow tape with the sirens
They gon´ make me come set this bitch off
When I pull that bitch out it´s too late to say sorry (Uh-uh)
Niggas thought I was pussy ´cause they heard me singin´ to bitches like YK Osiris (Hah)
I got my mind on my money
Let´s run up some motherfuckin´ commas (Yeah)
Let´s go to the motherfuckin´ bank (Haha)
Bitch, I´m from Charlotte, we blank (Blank)
Mama told me to pull up my pants (Why?)
Got them racks on me, mama, I can´t (Huh)

[DaBaby]
I keep tryna pull up my pants
I got thirty thousand in my joggers (Yeah)
I got the pistol on the flight (Uh-huh)
I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
That bitch ain´t get shit from Christmas, she naughty (Hmm)
In the car with her head down, she noddin´ (Hmm)
And her boyfriend gon´ act like he with it
´Til I put this four-five on his noggin

[Stunna 4 Vegas]
Uh, I keep tryna pull up my pants (Uh)
This big .40 hangin´ out my joggers (Uh)
I grew up around them apartments
Now I´m in LA like a Dodger (Ooh)
Won´t beef over tweets

I send my young nigga walk down on your ass like he stalkin´ (Get him out of there)
Uh, leave him fresh to death in a coffin (Uh)
I´m on Runtz, from Cookie I´m coughin´ (Uh)
Always up like I´m booted on molly (Boot)
These lil´ niggas 12, they talkin´ (Fuck)
They can´t keep up, Stunna a problem
I can´t keep these bitches off me (Goddamn)
Yeah, we bringin´ eyes in the party
Make him play with that stick on him ´til he say sorry
Fuck who? I beg your pardon (What?)
Won´t cop pleas when shit get started (Nope)
I keep tryna pull up my pants
This big pistol hangin´ out my joggers (Wow)
She eat dick when I land
Hit from the back, she call me her father (Ooh)
For my bro, I´ll take the stand

Hand on the Bible and lie to your honor
Big dawg, you lil´ niggas is toddlers (Yeah)
On the way to the show in the Sprinter with choppers (Grah, grah, grah)

[DaBaby]
I keep tryna pull up my pants
I got thirty thousand in my joggers (Yeah)
I got the pistol on the flight (Uh-huh)
I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
That bitch ain´t get shit from Christmas, she naughty (Hmm)
In the car with her head down, she noddin´ (Hmm)
And her boyfriend gon´ act like he with it
´Til I put this four-five on his noggin