DaBaby Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #200 lyrics

[PART I: "Mo Chicken" by BossMan Dlow]

[Intro]
Ooh, sh*t, this episode 200, b*tch
Look, Baby, Justin Credible freestyle show, you know what the f*ck we do
Every single motherf*ckin' time, I'm the best motherf*ckin' rapper
I ain't gon' keep tellin' you n*ggas, I'm just gon' keep demonstrating
Look, look

[Verse]
Pass the weed
Get on the beat and I sh*t on it, make it a masterpiece
I actually ain't really been here applyin' myself, but I'm back, it's me
Nasty freak, she wanna f*ck me right now in the car, lay back the seats
Smash the V, pull up on n*ggas right now, and I hop out and swag the beat, the coldest n*gga
Soon as thesе n*ggas come thinkin' 'bout sleepin' on Baby, I come and show thesе n*ggas
Every time n*gga come speakin' on me like he crazy, I come expose the n*gga
This AR gon' knock out a hole to hit you, and I don't be playin' that both sides sh*t
f*ck every n*gga that's rollin' wit' you, sold bags every day on some northside sh*t
Roll up and meet at the store to get it, in 2012, you could give me an addy, and went and just go to the door to get it
Turnt up way over a decade ago, ain't into givin' no change to no ho
And I ain't never sent out no jet for a ho, she be lucky if I even check for the ho
Who the f*ck told you to talk in the sheets? 'Fore I pay for the pus*y, I lecture the ho
My lil' sh*t, always talk to her sweet, you know I respect my lil' ho
If her boyfriend was to hustle every day like me, then his motherf*ckin' necklace'll glow
If this your partner then talk to your friend, he gon' die right there lyin' right next to his bro
Told you that n*gga can't run it like me, they ain't never seen it or done it like me
The ARP sit wit' a drum on the seat, hop out the house, it's a hunnid' at least
On the floor and I'm f*ckin' some fine sh*t, told me the carpet keep burnin' her knees
I told her, put her whole face on the ground, pull that thing out, I be takin' her down
Baby'nem just brought the Drac' in the club, hope they ain't playin' no Kendrick right now
He ain't really that, he just think he a thug, he only that when his n*ggas around
He ain't never stood there and drew on a n*gga and shot him, and made his ass get on the ground
Ain't never show one, he ghoulish, really a goblin, made it the funeral, n*ggas just talkin'
Play me some music and don't get me started, I know what to do wit' it, n*gga, I'm poppin'
Baby got a car for every day of the week, give me a beat and I bet that I'm walkin'
Say if I leave her, then she gon' drop dead, when she lose me, she gon' lay in the coffin
They say I'm handsome as Hell and I'm chocolate, I ain't the best f*ckin' rapper, then stop it, n*gga
[Outro]
Stop that sh*t, n*gga
It's the best motherf*ckin' rapper, n*gga, this Baby, n*gga
The prettiest chocolate n*gga alive, too
Get money, yeah, shoutout BossMan Dlow, n*gga
This episode 200, you know what time it is, n*gga
Give me another one, give me another one

[PART II: "squabble up" by Kendrick Lamar]

[Intro]
Mhm, mm
This motherf*ckin' water, I can't—
Yeah

[Verse]
On these n*ggas head, they got a migraine
f*ck her brains out, won't call her back, I'm playin' mind games
Might wanna plan they funeral, thinkin' 'bout takin' my chain
n*gga won't need no ambulance, f*ckin' around wit' my aim
Leavin' a n*gga D.O.A., n*gga want me to squabble up
Won't even let him throw a punch, gon' punch Ali, and shot him up
Rest in peace to Muhammad Ali, steppin', yeah, when I hop on a beat
You better go get the hottest for me, in the Tesla truck, wit' a chop on the seat
n*gga, I came out LA on business
I had a couple meetings, everywhere I had a pistol
No manners for no sl*ts, so I don't care and I don't listen
I f*ck her good and pull out all her hair, but I don't kiss her
Turn on the music, it made me dance
Yeah, Glock .40, Ruger, tucked in my pants
Yeah, look, n*gga play wit' Baby, shot the party up
New York for a couple days, I flew into LaGuardia
The b*tch don't play no basketball, her dude is f*ckin' guardin' her
I think he's scared of losin' her, choose her, then she's outta' there
Prada frames look just like the glasses Harry Potter wear
Cuban link look just like the collar that a dog'll wear
You can see I'm only top five and they don't gotta' care
Stupidly, livin' in they delusion
Baby just keep on givin' it to 'em, get in on all they confusion
The sh*t I could lay wit' Luka, it ain't no way that we losin'
You ain't even gotta' convince me that you crazy, I ain't movin'
They gon' have a snowstorm in LA 'fore they play, and I'll shoot 'em
n*gga, squabble up, shot 'em up
Squabble up, uh-uh, shot 'em up, ooh
Squabble up, n*gga, shot 'em up
Squabble up, uh, shot 'em up
[Outro]
You know what time is, man
It's episode 200, so ain't no motherf*ckin' way I don't run it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Give me the beat, I'll bun it, all the way down to the motherf*ckin' ground, man
Justin Credible freestyle series
Man, let's f*ckin' do it, man, shoutout K-Dot by the way

[PART III: "One Take Freestyle" by 1900Rugrat]

[Intro]
Ooh, sh*t
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch, b*tch
Come on man, look

[Verse]
b*tch, every beat get stepped on
I ain't gotta do much, pull up wit' my white ho
Make her tie my shoes up, n*gga wit' a AK
Hate these n*ggas, Klu Klux, but I don't rock no white sheet
I'm this b*tch wit' two guns and I'm ready to blow 'em
I'm back on they ass, and I'm ready to show 'em
I'm actin' like these n*ggas better than me, I come demonstrate, steppin' on sh*t when it's borin'
Ain't really into repeatin' myself, so I ain't finna talk to the b*tch if she foreign
I make a pretty b*tch get out my face, f*ck from around me, this sh*t ain't the norm
Fully on me, and I make the b*tch rain, bet one you n*ggas won't weather the storm
I had her give me some head, she was goin', parked in the Maybach out there in the morn'
f*ck the hydraulics, we makin' it bounce, talkin' that sh*t they be sendin' them porns
Friends be outside but you stay in the house, type to go out just to say that she out
I'm top opp of hip-hop, don't say it's a drought
My flow so authentic, can't play this sh*t out
My talent too raw, really a dog, can take any beat and just give it to y'all
I ain't potty trained, ain't really lactose intolerant, but I'm still sh*ttin' on y'all
Like (Pfff, pfff, pfff)
n*gga, every beat get stepped on
I ain't gotta do much, pull up wit' my white ho
Make her tie my shoes up, n*gga wit' a AK
I hate these n*ggas, Klu Klux, but I don't rock no white sheet
I'm in this b*tch wit' two guns
[Outro]
Speakin' of two, this episode 200, man, Justin Credible freestyle series, man
Wit' DaBaby, you know we make history every motherf*ckin' time
We just went three-for-three on episode 200
We had to run it, yeah