Nokia - DaBaby

Who calling my phone?

Fuckin' on my new boo with all my ice on

Hit you in the mirror with all the lights on

One time, I almost bit your ear off, call me Tyson

With the rappin', I'm a heavyweight, I'm a icon

Couldn't wait to get up in her, hit her with the Nike's on

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

I ain't even have to goddamn pop it off like that

Yeah, yeah

Now I'm back on niggas ass, no mercy

I ain't buyin' bitches bags, no purses

Had a black truck waitin' on her ass, she was worshippin'

Baby, Baby, say it two times, I'ma pull it out and spell it on your ass in a cursive

Put me on the schedule, throw that ass in a circle

Fuck a wedding, I can get you half, it ain't worth it

Niggas just turnin' up way back in 2011

They'll tell you I had bags of the purple

Ghetto bitch, fine shit, she can barely see

But she cute as fuck, she be wearin' glasses like Urkel

Baby top five and he not five, four, three, or two, that nigga be snappin' like turtles

Put the beat in a body bag, it's a murder

Hit it from the back, I be dancin' like Shmurda

Hot nigga, hot nigga

I wouldn't play with me any day of the week

You got a gun and it's not with you, gun your ass down

He won't even get a chance to scream, I'ma leave him on the scene

If the Glock hit him, baby, calm down

They know if they get started with me, it's one thing that's guaranteed

Ain't no stoppin', I'm walkin' shit down

Baby ever get done with the hoe, you could do your thing, bro, I am not trippin'

Take that motherfuckin' mask off your face, that switch off your Glock, you lil' niggas not spinnin'

Wordplay, I got rich off poppin' it

Ooh, that nigga there the truth, he got some Pac in him

Nigga got some work that's better than the work that I got, I ain't hatin' on the nigga, I'ma shop with him

And he came in holdin' hands with her, caught her outside, ask her who she with, she say she not with him

Why you serious?

Best motherfuckin' rapper, nigga

This shit history you witnessin', nigga

It's Baby, gimme another one

Yeah, what?

Where the function? Where the? Where the?

What? What?

Where the function?

Ain't got no pussy in a while and I want some

They tryna hit me on my line 'cause it jump on

I'm in Jamaica out of town with the bum-bum

Where the bum-bum? Maybe with a bad girl

I point this .40 at your face before I back down

I got this pistol from my brother, it was passed down

I like the color of her lip gloss, it was pastel

It was pastel, Baby is a rude boy

I'm 'bout to hit the dealership and get a new toy

My brother oldest daughter graduating high school

I'm 'bout to rob her boyfriend like, "Get a new boy"

Yeah, get a new nigga

Your uncle, he don't play that shit, and I know what to do with it

I up this bitch and spray that bitch, my nephew is a thoroughbred

It's in our blood, we raised like this

My uncle used to let me hold his pistol at the age of six

My daddy sent me pictures holdin' guns when I was eight or nine

As soon as I got older, nigga, I wanted a nigga to play with John

No discriminatin', every one of them niggas, I laid them down

Better give that nigga a hug 'cause he's a goner if he play around

It's Baby, nigga

Yeah

And I'm the best motherfuckin' rapper, nigga, this history you witnessin', nigga

Please Say DaBaby, the motherfuckin' mixtape, nigga

Yeah

(Where the function? Ain't got no pussy in a while and I want some)

Nigga I do any type beat, you know what I'm sayin'? Any type vibe

(They tryna hit me on my line 'cause it jump on)

That's a fact

(I'm in Jamaica out of town with the bum-bum)

(That's my Baby)

Gimme another one