XXL (Explicit) - DaBaby

I got 20 on my b***h

Everybody know my name

Ringin' bells ringin' bells like the hallway

I ain't gotta cap in no motherf**king rap

I whip out and air it out broad day

I got in with the stick and I'm with that

Break a n***a in half like a Kit-Kat

I been tryna' be positive mama

They ain't f**kin' wit' Jonathan mama

Who you know put they motherf**kin' self on the map

And now they ain't on nobody s**t

I send one of my lil' n***as come take you off

You get laid on the floor by a jit

Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket

The police they know I'm legit

The police they know I got sticks

They be worried about me they know I'ma click

These n***as they know I'm a dawg I ain't worried about him

I know he a b***h

The next n***a that come play with me

I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic

They say I'm the hottest new n***a

Go check the thermometer that n***a sick

N***a must have a fever or somethin'

Heard he was born up on Cleveland or somethin'

Let me give you a history lesson

We moved back to Charlotte 1999

Ok

I ain't sayin' that none of that matter

If somebody touch me then somebody die

No cap

Why he talkin' so calm when he say that

How you make him rewind and replay that

Who you know get a fade once a week

And they try make it wave f**k a motherf**kin' wave-cap

Everytime that the DJ play Suge

N***as throw up they arm like a motherf**kin' racetrack

Everytime that my babygirl see me she run

And say Daddy I love when she say that

Everytime I hit one of my moves all the b***hes go crazy

They like how I do that

I keep one in the head if I don't let off first

I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back

Yeah I'm comin' like Blade in this b***h

F**k around and walked down in a trenchcoat

They gon' have to put me with the greats

Wanna f**k with me she gotta wait b***h

Only yacht would mean me and the kids

There's four of us we're on the sea eatin' steak

I won't go back and forth with a shrimp

You goin' out sad 'bout no h*e I'm a pimp

He keep bumpin' his motherf**kin' gun

We gon put his a*s up like a motherf**kin' blimp

B***h

Like to talk on the pillow wit' h*es that's gon' get him

Exposed he a muhf**king simp

You know he keep that thang on him baby

Quit askin' him why that boy walk with a limp

Shh shh shh

I 'on't care bout this motherf**kin' chain

But I still bust your motherf**kin' brain

Just got head on a motherf**king plane

Ain't no cap in my rap I'm the truth

And then f**kin' yo ho from the back

I knew ho for a day she won't ghost she the swoup

And these n***as ain't living like this

Why he talkin' so gangsta

Your boy he a fluke

They know Baby gon' blow he a flute

They know Baby gon' blow he the bomb

They know Baby was just in Miami

Now he in LA n***a think he LeBron

They know Baby go baby on baby

But five years ago n***as say he was John

I touch down at the front of the plane

And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton

While he drive me around I be blowin' that pressure

I'm chillin' backseat with the iron

B***h

I'm done