PEACHES & EGGPLANTS (Freestyle) - DaBaby

I'm into nasty bitches
Don't even ask me, just grab it
Pull that bitch out
I'm up in traffic with it
Trying my best not to crash, 'cause it's in her mouth
She ain't got patience with me
She like "Fuck this shit bae, if we crash look how you went out"
Today, I pulled out SRT
If I crash it, it's one of my cheaper cars
How many you got, like 13
If I'm out in that hellcat, I ride with that-pff
Don't say nun', you know what I mean
Girl, you know you got too much ass
I know that thang probably can't go in them jeans
When I get off the road, I'm trying to see how that go
Can we fuck on the floor on our knees
If I get in there and kill that pussy
Promise that you ain't gon' go to police
I'm from Charlotte, I used to pull up in a rental
And sell bows in front of No Grease
Anytime I got locked, I ain't never called momma
I always left dough with my freak
Tell her go pay the bond and go get my Impala
And park on the side of 4th Street
They can't pop how I pop it
I really had summers I went to court three times a week, nigga (Yeah)
Was really day one as a street nigga (Yeah)
Been had the guns before rap, nigga (Yeah)
Keep that bitch on me, I sleep with it (Mm)
Paranoid, watch how you creep
I shoot this bitch straight through my tint, I ain't cheap
Glock 23 in my hand when I drive
Got a ARP sitting on the passenger seat
I don't reload, I'm switching 'em
Shoot this bitch out my door while I'm sitting in it
My dick gon' be the shovel
I tell her lay her fine ass on the floor while I dig in it
Imma leave a lil puddle
Fucking these lil niggas' bitches 4L
I had went and got me some lil money
I brought my big bro a corvette with no L's
You can ask my homeboy mommas that knew me
When I was growing up, all my hustle was hell
You can ask my momma, she'll vouch
Ever since second grade, Baby had something to sell
Make 'em turn the music down in front of the house
Gotta control all y'all traffic, nigga
I was a fool with the trapping
I can show you what to do with that plastic, nigga
Now I get loot off of rapping, nigga, like uh

Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw
(Take that, put it in a rubber band)
Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw
(Know what I'm saying)
(She always got one in the head)
(Pull the bitch out, up it)
Boaw
Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw
(Turn the beat down)
Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw
(Gun a nigga ass all the way down)
Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw
(Talking 'bout he dead)
Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw
(It's Baby)