DELI (Freestyle) lyrics

by

DaBaby


[Verse]
I'm tired of this chain, this sh*t heavy
sh*t, I’m from the South, what's a Deli? (Yeah)
sh*t, I got a stain from New York like to cuss me out, talk like Sharkiesha on Belly (Uh huh)
Yeah, n*gga now I'm back for that get back
I was just tryna eat, they ain’t let me
I put the switch on this b*tch, it's a chopper, I hit it (frrrrr)
It sound like propellers
I heard n*ggas think Baby ain't got it
Tell my travel agent, "Order that private"
n*gga, I ain't even got nowhere to go
But I feel like flexing, so take me to an island
I hate when it's raining outside
Drop a n*gga off when the sun shining
Pull up presidential in a phantom, Obama
Send a couple thousands to my baby mamas
I got a b*tch from the Bronx, say she's feeling me
But I really won't f*ck 'round with Hennessy
Tell my boy Set to go holla’ at Cardi
Yo’ lil' sister a motherf*cking Barbie (Baby)
That sh*t n*ggas talking about garbage
I set this b*tch off, get me started
You know I smoke out the pound of sh*t stank
When I walk in the bank, smell like somebody farted
Come on with your big ass, yeah
Hit him up, gon’ get that sh*t bag, uh
When they found him, he was dead on the motherf*cking scene
I'm the one did that (n*gga)
I got him, gon' play that cool, they ain't know it was me
I’m the one spent that
And that FN ain't got kickback
Yeah, pull up back-to-back Benz's, they mismatch
Tip the driver and send his lil' b*tch back
You got it lil' buddy, yeah
I get a lil' n*gga out of here, buddy
I hustle day and night, yeah, n*gga gotta' be Cudi (Uh-uh)
Becoming like the n*gga gotta' be, baby
I'm known to get on your ass, drive a b*tch crazy
Get to that bag, taking my babies
Stay with that fire, standing on business
I'ma shoot at you n*ggas every time that y'all playin'
'Bout to switch it up to plain Jane jewelry
'Cause everything that glitter ain't gold
n*ggas hoes, they ain't fooling me
Let it blow, n*gga, ain't but fear of me
Except if my security don't bust it, I'm shooting my security
Growing up, n*gga, mama made you fight back
I can't even shake the sh*t off from like that
I'm out the way, let me the f*ck alone
If you ain't got a casket or ice pack
Shout out to Ice Spice
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