YEA COME ON lyrics

[Intro]
(Sil on the beat too)
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby

[Chorus]
What you with? (Huh?)
Project baby, nappy-headed, charismatic, ghetto, n*ggady
b*tches think I'm fine, I got a couple of my sh*t with 'em
These n*ggas would've been handled they business if I was scared of n*ggas
I hit 'em up with that fire in front of y'all, y'all gon' go tell it with 'em

[Verse 1]
Ain't too many gon' f*ck with the sh*t
That a n*gga could say when he back it up (Okay)
Shorty, she gangster as ever
She gave me that pus*y and dapped me up (Yeah)
God forbid one of these n*ggas
Come run up on me and I'm actin' up, n*gga
Find you a hustle, get money
Get back on your feet and stack it up (Yeah)
I hear the sh*t that they play
And think better than me and it's wack as f*ck (Come on)
She like my shirt
I said it's Alexander McQueen and I had it tucked (Thank you)
Like a gentleman
I told her "Thank you", 'cause, b*tch, I'm a gentleman (Uh-huh)
n*ggas want my soul, many men, uh
They gon' get rolled, cinnamon, yeah
Ice Cube, Mike Epps, evil man dead
Since a lil' n*gga, I was 'bout Benjamins
And you wouldn't even think that I ain't never had sh*t
I'm in the Rolls Royce, hoppin' out, givin' it, n*gga
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh, come on, yeah, come on, yeah, come on
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah, what you with, n*gga? (Huh?)
Project baby, nappy-headed, charismatic, ghetto, n*ggady
b*tches think I'm fine, I got a couple of my sh*t with 'em
These n*ggas would've been handled they business if I was scared of n*ggas
I hit 'em up with that fire in front of y'all, y'all gon' go tell it with 'em (Uh-uh)

[Verse 2]
Oh, she got an Aston, who cares? (Who cares?)
Oh, you cappin' out, yeah, who cares?
I don't kick it with rappers, they squares (Yeah)
I'm still over here in my lil' circle
The return of the mack, I'm a player
I make her bend over backwards, you pay her
I done won all them awards, I'm on fair
I put 'em behind my back, it's a lay-up
Sealed the deal, and with these, like a free throw
Tryna duck TMZ and a RICO (RICO)
Can't get caught by the feds over freak hoes (Brr)
Not the feds, and no more of these free coats (Mmm-mmm)
Back the Benz up and pop out that b*tch
Lookin' so f*ckin' clean, you would think it's illegal (Mmm)
Took a picture with all of my kids
Wearin' the same f*ckin' green as the motherf*ckin' Eagles (Green)
Where I'm from, b*tch, I'm big as The Beatles (Beetle)
b*tch, it's only me
I done showed plenty n*ggas how to get exactly where I'm at
But the haters, and they hate it on E
Know I got four daughters, three different baby mamas
All for my daughters in my room not sleep, n*gga
I'ma let y'all keep it P (Uh), I'ma just keep that sh*t G (Yeah)
I'ma just keep that sh*t Kirk (Uh), f*ck a handout, I'm a work (Yeah)
Them haters see me and it hurt (Uh)
Them ladies see me and they flirt, n*gga, like, yeah
[Chorus]
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah, what you with, n*gga? (Huh?)
Project baby, nappy-headed, charismatic, ghetto, n*ggady
b*tches think I'm fine, I got a couple of my sh*t with 'em
These n*ggas would've been handled they business if I was scared of n*ggas
I hit 'em up with that fire in front of y'all, y'all gon' go tell it with 'em (Uh-uh)

[Outro]
Yeah, uh, come on, yeah, come on, yeah, come on
Come on, yeah, come on, yeah, yeah
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby