[Chorus: DaBaby]
(Mommy, India got the beats)
I told them niggas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin' like they ain't hear a nigga
Now even when I'm right, a nigga wrong (I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, hey, Lilkdubb)
Now these niggas wan' see me gone
It's probably 'cause I'm a real nigga
[Verse 1: DaBaby]
Nah, I ain't trippin' on no bitch ass nigga
Be done had a nigga in a six-pack get a shit-bag, nigga (Let's go)
The judge wanna see me sit back
But it's probably 'cause his daughter wanna fuck with her lil' thick ass
My rich ass don't kiss ass
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I'm the definition of what these niggas can't find
Pistol packin', half the times dreamin' 'bout slangin' some iron
Ayy, how you feelin'? I'm chasin' money, tryna catch up on time
I ain't never change, I'm still the same, I'll put that Glock to your mind
Bitch, we die to live
Give a fuck 'bout no Grammy, long as my son grow to be real
That heavy metal I'm rockin' out, bitch, I'm known to that keep that steel
Since I was nine to this time, really done gave the jail too many years
But I'm a young rich ass nigga
Check how I floss, forever ball
Paid for a Rolls, my son got Lambos and all
I'm sorry, mama, I've been hurtin', I ain't takin' time out to call
Not even prayin', jump out the bed, I swear it's hard to stand tall
(Mommy, India got the beats)
I told them niggas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin' like they ain't hear a nigga
Now even when I'm right, a nigga wrong (I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, hey, Lilkdubb)
Now these niggas wan' see me gone
It's probably 'cause I'm a real nigga
[Verse 1: DaBaby]
Nah, I ain't trippin' on no bitch ass nigga
Be done had a nigga in a six-pack get a shit-bag, nigga (Let's go)
The judge wanna see me sit back
But it's probably 'cause his daughter wanna fuck with her lil' thick ass
My rich ass don't kiss ass
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I'm the definition of what these niggas can't find
Pistol packin', half the times dreamin' 'bout slangin' some iron
Ayy, how you feelin'? I'm chasin' money, tryna catch up on time
I ain't never change, I'm still the same, I'll put that Glock to your mind
Bitch, we die to live
Give a fuck 'bout no Grammy, long as my son grow to be real
That heavy metal I'm rockin' out, bitch, I'm known to that keep that steel
Since I was nine to this time, really done gave the jail too many years
But I'm a young rich ass nigga
Check how I floss, forever ball
Paid for a Rolls, my son got Lambos and all
I'm sorry, mama, I've been hurtin', I ain't takin' time out to call
Not even prayin', jump out the bed, I swear it's hard to stand tall
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