text: Who shot your homeboy? Nigga with a diaper on?
  Got on a classic Biggie beat and got a cypher on?
  Your girl said she stickin with DaBaby, right or wrong
  Just gave me head in the rented car while the lights was on
  You know me, I be chillin’ and coolin, know Im the shit with the music
  Since you in love with computers, go look my name up on Google
  And please don’t turn to a groupie, these other niggas be goofy
  Might as well pick up popcorn, we finna make this a movie
  Im somewhere laid up with a stallion, lettin them haters hate
  Eating jumbo shrimp with the steak off a paper plate
  Balling on em like Michael Jordan back in 88
  Got my dick sucked before my flight, it almost made me late
  Im in a different bracket than rappers, these niggas cant relate
  Dont make me get to slappin’ at rappers, give ’em a change of face
  I made so many racks off of trapping, yeah, I was slanging weight
  I put the weed down and start eating, they say Im gaining weight
  Who shot you, that lil’ nigga with the pamper Baby?
  With 10 pounds of Cali weed inside the hamper Baby?
  Your baby mama looking like she want a sample, baby
  I pulled up with the bald fade like a cancer patient
  Who shot you, the lil nigga that be on Instagram?
  Do what the fuck he wanna do, like he dont give a damn?
  Just got some head after the show inside the sprinter van
  They know Im a fool ’cause Im smooth and cool as a ceiling fan
  You need to get your boss, I aint tryna fuck with the middle man
  Im charging just to talk, nothing personal, Im business man
  So if you aint got it, Ill get it from you later
  And when I need motivation I get it from a hater
  And when I need some good head I go get it from your lady
  I just might fly out to Cali and ball like Im a Laker
  And send a box to my brother and let him get some paper
  Come back to Charlotte a Muslim like, As-salamu alaykum
  Pull up in a silver Bentley like Mr. Arnold Taylor
  And all I need is a coupe cause Im riding with my lady
  And if you seeking the truth, then you better find DaBaby
  Your label gotta be stupid if you dont sign DaBaby
  The struggle, had to go through with it, now Im finally patient
  And Im enjoying the journey and all the time its taking
  And when it come to my city, they treat me like Im Diddy
  And if I get shot today, they gon treat me like Im Biggie
  Huh, who shot you?
  That aint DaBaby, thats my baby
  R.I.P B.I.G
  R.I.P this motherfuckin beat
  DaBaby
  And I do that hip-hop shit too, this for you hip-hop heads, man
  You hip-hoppers, haha
  Who shot you?