text: Yeah, ya know, oh
  I dont even thing they gonna understand this one
  But you know, Im not for fuck niggas to understand, haha
  Succeed
  Oh you killer on the gram? OG Bobby Johnson
  All those guns in your video, quit camouflaging
  Niggas live on they live feed until they lifing
  Niggas mob in the studio but soft in real life
  This shit here is gettin out of hand
  The same energy you had, I need that shit again
  You know the way you said it, when you said it to your man
  Im in your grill now, nigga, say that shit again
  Im in your grill now, nigga this aint snapchat
  Nah, Put this motherfucker to your snapback
  This is 0-100 Dodge Johnny Hellcat
  Bitches aint finna recognize you in the trash bag
  Cut a arm, cut a leg
  What the fuck am I aimming at? If I aint aimming at his head?
  Ima empty out the clip until that motherfucker dead
  I like .40s but I rather hit him with the Smith & Wesson
  The .40 hella cool but the Wesson leave no shit
  Hot damn, ya sick, but this nigga off his meds
  Im fly, cockpit like I took off in a jet
  Her mouth, my dick, her head bobbing on the set
  Im just that lit, what the fuck did you expect
  Its 4 times 
  4 times 
  4 times 
  4 times 
  Uh, huh, huh, huh
  Aye Its big stunna, Im head youngin I get to the cake
  Yeah, bout Sherman cake
  Dive in that bitch like a lake
  These niggas dont hold no weight, I have my youngin knock off his face
  Play with me we shoot up the place
  I say the word, put you on the plate
  These nigga be cap, I dont listen to what you say bitch
  Cause I know you wont shake shit
  Ill up that 5 and give you a face lift
  Make a bitch bad like say your grace bitch
  We got Ks and Drakes bitch
  We finna go ape bitch
  We hop out off the stage
  He get stomped in Asics
  These niggas be basic
  I just want a hoe like Trancy
  She gotta suck me if she tryna suck DaBaby
  Boy you taking, leave the block vacant
  Lemme tell them niggas what we do
  Lemme tell them niggas what we do
  Flip shit, with a thick bitch, what I pull up in the whip with 
  They say Im spazzing out my mind I might be ritalin 
  These niggas hoes they always crying, having bitch fits 
  You know well I stand out, imma shine, imma misfit 
  I run the old weed , they booking me over seas 
  I just met a bad Vegas bitch, I ask if she knows succeed 
  Used to be selling 50 for a pound, you can get 4 for three 
  I got the smoke for free 
  You know how it go for me 
  And you gon need ten thousand, aint doing no shows for free
  I got them hoes on me, pull up, they all over me 
  I fuck your hoe asleep, sing to that bitch like I’m Jodeci
  Aye, nigga
  Haha, DaBaby
  I dont know why you did it, but uh, yeah, calm down
  Yo, But thats the way the shit go down
  If it wasnt fly, a nigga wouldnt get it in
  Yuh
  Stunna 4 Vegas, these niggas aint really ready for this shit
  But ya know the gang, so um, solute
  When real niggas link, real shit go down
  Im out