Gotta Know - DaBaby

Lyrics by：Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Ernest Brown/Micaela Moore/Armando Mejia Hernandez

Composed by：Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Ernest Brown/Micaela Moore/Armando Mejia Hernandez

Produced by：Charlie Heat/Hey Micki/Mando Fresh

I don't like ***** a*s who come around hatin'

'Cause that **** weak

Yeah

Talkin' ain't gon' buy you nothin' if it ain't no paper

Then that **** cheap

Let's do it

I'm the type to show one of these

He ain't who he think he is

A sweet

Yeah

I'm the step-daddy that don't really like it

I'm belt to their a*s with the beat

Do my lil' dance Glock on my waist

I'm one of them not finna play

I like a ***** that don't **** with you

She want you get out of her face

Deebo that he got in his place

Cheat on that can't handle his bae

She will come herе for the man in the way

I got that yeah in my hand every day

At the red light with my hand on the Drac'

It is what it is like Cam'ron and Mase

Her attitude givin' that she really don't **** with you

Baby girl damn near is gay

Cybertruck outside standin' in the way

Yeah

Poppin' my **** with my fans

I be out this ***** poppin' my **** with my fans

I appreciate them like I'm right there with them every day

Woo

I waved around my left hand

I showed them twenty percent of the **** I can do

While I studied the game like a rookie

The whole ****in' time I still had my right hand on the play

Baby done playin' the man on the way

Dobbin' your **** put your hand on my face

Hop out and help me just stand over there

Parkin' the Phantom it damn near no space

I shouldn't even drove it I left it in front of the store

By myself they know he ain't no ho

I **** around and don't even lock the door yeah

Step on these ***** it'll be shame on me

I'll stand on their throat yeah

Come sex with a if you put that thang' on me

They don't even gotta know

They don't even gotta know

Shh

They don't even gotta know

Yeah

They don't even gotta know

Yeah

They don't even gotta know

That's my baby

They don't even gotta know

They don't even gotta know

They don't even gotta know

They don't even gotta know

Yeah ride with me baby put your hand on my d**k

Hop out the Benz' with my hand on my blick

One thing about it I move how I move

I can't be havin' your hands on my mits

I'ma be right here man on all ten

Y'all ******* don't stand up for *****

Y'all the type to hang with your friends

And talk about that ain't what this is

Man **** all them ayy listen my bae

Come here tryna get in your face in your rear

Come here

They ain't got me no pape' then no deal

I be out on the lake at the crib

Army I pay to patrol

Plenty rounds when I leave out the door

Zip your mouth you won't be my lil' ho

Simmer down they they don't even gotta know

They don't even gotta know Shh

They don't even gotta know

Yeah

They don't even gotta know

That's my baby

They don't even gotta know

They don't even gotta know

They don't even gotta know

They don't even gotta know

I don't like ***** a*s who come around hatin'

'Cause that **** weak

Yeah

Talkin' ain't gon' buy you nothin' if it ain't no paper

Then that **** cheap

Let's do it

I'm the type to show one of these

He ain't who he think he is

A sweet

Yeah

I'm the step-daddy that don't really like it

I'm belt to their a*s with the beat