text: Different when it go so hard
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Uh 
  Ayy, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
  Im back on my Baby Jesus shit 
  That aint DaBaby, thats my baby
  Let me get back on my hustle, fuck a friend, its off the muscle 
  You smoking dick, you think I trust you? 
  Burn a nigga like Im Usher 
  I dont go back and forth all on the internet, have no interest for discussion 
  Pull her hair and choke her while we fucking, I probably give her a concussion
  I need a plate and I aint tryna wait, Im so fucking hungry I could starve
  My nigga snuck in with the rod, Im bout whatever, thats on God
  I go to jail, I pay the bond, please dont waste my fucking time
  Hate on me, I hit your ho , play with me, I get that iron
  Can we fucking keep a secret? Thats a .40, bitch, I keep it 
  My bitch a fucking Puerto Rican, I fuck her every other weekend
  They swagger jacking, I can peep it, these nigga jacking my steelo
  Bitch, its a brick, its a kilo , I beat a nigga up like Deebo
  His bitch got at me on the d-low , Im wit my niggas shooting CeeLo
  Wouldnt run up on me, thats a no-go , I keep it on me like its legal, bitch
  DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby, DaBaby
  Ha
  That aint DaBaby, thats my baby
  Firzt on the track
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Ayy, yeah
  They shouldve told you Im coming, nigga play with me, I mop it 
  Pull up on me, think Im bluffing? Bust it on you, have you running 
  Your bitch can get it if she want it 
  Im killing your bitch from the back, I smack her ass and keep her coming 
  All my nigga, they a hundred, police behind me, Im running 
  My ho make your ho look ugly, I dont do dimes, I do twenties 
  Twenty thousand on a Monday , thirty thousand on a Tuesday
  Caught your bitch out on a Wednesday, she like my style, I had her choosing 
  Sleep on me and then you losing, got a beam on the chopper 
  Make you lean when I pop it, got some lean from the doctor
  Wherever you see me, Im ready, my name hold weight, this shit heavy
  Got your bitch face in my lap, parked at the 7-Eleven
  Yeah, we at pump number nine, this aint no pump, this a iron
  They aint let me in with the .40, snuck in the back with the .9
  These nigga be acting and lying, posting up statuses, crying
  There really, really aint no real niggas
  And Im bout to light the bih line, ayy
  DaBaby