[Intro: DaBaby & Jayway Sosa]
Oh, yeah (Yeah)
Hey
Oh, man
DaBaby
Firzt on the track
(Woo, Sosa)
[Chorus: Jayway Sosa & DaBaby]
Big racks (Yeah), boss up (Boss up), baller (Mm), cross up (Cross up)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag, bag bag
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag
Hoppin' out, I got
Big racks, boss up (Ayy), baller (Yeah), cross up (Cross up)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Ayy)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed
Yeah, yeah
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag (Yeah, yeah)
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag
[Verse 1: DaBaby & Jayway Sosa]
I'm jumping out mix-match, big racks
LOL, I got the last laugh
Bitch act like she wan' know my whole past
Yeah, we hittin' licks, split it right down the middle
They run up on me, tell 'em, "Back, back"
Got a whole lotta enemies, I keep a pistol
That's a rubber band 'round the dirty cash
Nigga run up on me, bet he gon' get his issue
And tell him can get his bitch back
Got her, bent her over eatin' gum I done give her
I won't call her back, I won't even reconsider
I got too much paper on me, baby, I'm trippin'
Count up the check, I'ma hop out official
Yeah, I know she love me, gotta act like I miss her
Even though I'm on another wave now
We back at the table to top off the skrilla
Hoppin' out I got
Oh, yeah (Yeah)
Hey
Oh, man
DaBaby
Firzt on the track
(Woo, Sosa)
[Chorus: Jayway Sosa & DaBaby]
Big racks (Yeah), boss up (Boss up), baller (Mm), cross up (Cross up)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag, bag bag
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag
Hoppin' out, I got
Big racks, boss up (Ayy), baller (Yeah), cross up (Cross up)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed (Ayy)
These bad hoes all gettin' slayed
Yeah, yeah
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag, the bag bag (Yeah, yeah)
Had to pull up on her with the bag bag
[Verse 1: DaBaby & Jayway Sosa]
I'm jumping out mix-match, big racks
LOL, I got the last laugh
Bitch act like she wan' know my whole past
Yeah, we hittin' licks, split it right down the middle
They run up on me, tell 'em, "Back, back"
Got a whole lotta enemies, I keep a pistol
That's a rubber band 'round the dirty cash
Nigga run up on me, bet he gon' get his issue
And tell him can get his bitch back
Got her, bent her over eatin' gum I done give her
I won't call her back, I won't even reconsider
I got too much paper on me, baby, I'm trippin'
Count up the check, I'ma hop out official
Yeah, I know she love me, gotta act like I miss her
Even though I'm on another wave now
We back at the table to top off the skrilla
Hoppin' out I got
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