DaBaby Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #131 lyrics

[Part I: pushin P]

[Verse 1: DaBaby & Justin Credible]
Off the top, don't believe the hype, n*gga, it's Baby, I'm pushin' P
Double R Phantom outside, drop the window with the lights
Just to let them hoes look at me
Yeah, I won't keep her, I'd rather be free with her
Give her back to the streets, keep it G with her
Might f*ck with me for three years
Only three times when I sit down in public and eat with her
Must've forgot who he is
I been f*ckin' n*ggas hoes since fifteen
It's a surprise I only got me three kids
Look in his eyes, you can tell that he real
Look on the net, you might think that he fake
Look at the plaques, the stats, and where I came from
Ain't no way you can say, "He ain't great"
Type to wake up today and go sell my estate
n*gga, I don't want it no more, I don't want the whips either
Tryna make me mad 'bout a ho
n*gga, don't know what's goin' on, I don't want the b*tch either
I drop her off with you, you can keep her
n*gga, I ain't new to this sh*t, I been true to this sh*t
Since a seven-forty-five yellow Beemer
Pull up with the cutest little b*tch, I don't open her doors
I just f*ck her all night and I leave her, yeah
He pushin' P 'cause he paid for it
I get that pus*y for free, I'm on welfare
I fell in love with her, she was my trap girl
I used to make the mailman press the doorbell
She got that good head if she got long hair or got no hair
f*ck n*ggas hatin', but oh well
I'm the type of rap n*gga kill a rap n*gga now
I still walk in and do my lil' show there, n*gga (Come on Baby)
I'm pushin' P, I'm the realest one in it (Woo)
She f*ck with me, that boy still in his feelings
I'm in Atlanta, buyin' designer
f*ck round with me and I'll shoot you in Lennox
I'm in New York where I can't have a gun
I'ma just fly into New Jersey with it
I'm back to Cali and I never run
Play, you gon' go play with 2Pac and Biggie
Yeah, I got three daughters, but I need a son
You solid enough? Okay baby, come get me
Lay back and push out that P, he gon' born to play
I never let n*ggas play with me, it's Baby, n*gga
Huh? Yeah and I'm pushin' P, n*gga
[Interlude: Dababy, DJ Sourmilk, Justin Credibile]
Let me get some of that water
Hoo, hoo
Yeah, he on fire, get that man some water
Yeah, huh?
Wheezy, what up?
We– we– we ain't lettin' him off the hook yet
Exactly, you got some else reloaded? (Oh, nah)
I hope in you gon' say that 'cause look
It's Superbowl Weekend
It's a big weekend
The tone is being set in L.A (Come on)
DaBaby is here for part two as well

[Segue: DJ Sourmilk]
Watch this
Hol' up, hol' up, watch this
You ready?

[Part II: too easy]

[Verse 2: DaBaby, Justin Credible & Both]
(Oh) Man, n*gga, this sh*t too easy, f*ckin' that ho in my Yeezys
Won't take 'em off, soon as I'm done, I'm leaving
She beggin' me for to stay
I'm havin' business to handle, can't waste time creepin'
She got to thinkin' I'm bae
I guess it's my fault, my feelings change with the seasons
I cuff hoes when it's cold outside
Then I get gone when it's hoes outside
Pull up on 'em n*ggas and hear, "Oh my god,"
Pull up on 'em n*ggas in a cold ass ride
I used to serve n*ggas pound everyday
In a fishbowl rental with a old .45
I ain't even have to use the scale no more
When half of most n*ggas wouldn't know my lyin'
Me and you are not the same, you a misdemeanor, n*gga
I get mad and send a hit on me a n*gga
I flash out, pull that stick out, uh
Never go back 'bout a b*tch
That ain't part of my pimpin', that ain't how I get down, yeah
I slap a grown ass man in front of all his n*ggas
Let's see who the b*tch now
Arm out the window, yeah n*gga, I'm it
I know we supposed to be mad at DaBaby, and that n*gga cancelled, but that n*gga lit
And these n*ggas hoes, I came from the bottom, I didn't have sh*t, wasn't even supposed to see this
She get to starin' as soon as I hop out the car
I didn't even have on a fit
Came back with the fade on them hoes
Uh, yeah, lookin' just like Money Mitch
Uh, n*gga, this sh*t too easy
That's a FN on my hip, no beeper
I don't trust none of these hoes, no sir
I ain't claimin' none of these hoes, not even
n*ggas talkin' 'bout Baby on the blogs
n*gga, so what, do somethin', I'm pleadin'
And I ain't have to show me a n*gga what's happenin' in a while
Trigger finger motherf*ckin' squeezin' (Ohh, ohh)
Scratchin' it, now that b*tch itchin'
I'm back in this b*tch where I'm stuck with that iron
Any one of you n*ggas f*ck with me wrong
On my big bro, it's gon' be a killin'
I got on my motherf*ckin' grind, when the money slow down n*ggas got in they feelings
f*ck on her slow and I don't even kiss her
I'm a dog ass n*gga, Baby
[Bridge: DaBaby, Justin Credible & Both]
Huh? Yeah, n*gga, this sh*t too easy (Come on)
f*ckin' that ho in my Yeezys
I'm in this b*tch with the Leakers (Come on)
Yeah, huh? (Yeah) n*gga, this sh*t too easy
Uh, f*ck on that ho in my– (Uh, yeah)
I'm in this b*tch with the– (Yeah)

[Outro: DaBaby, Justin Credible & DJ Sourmilk]
Let's go (Yo)
Yo (What up), you got the seatbelt on
Come on
What up n*gga?
Let's crash the car (Yo)
He said "I pull up in some-, in one of them oh my gods"
n*gga, this– (Uh, yeah)
Yo, I'm– I'm mindblowed, my brother just came through