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[Chorus: DaBaby]
I keep tryna pull up my pants (Uh-huh)
I got thirty thousand in my joggers (Mmh)
I got the pistol on the flight (The flight)
I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - That bitch ain't get shit from Christmas, she naughty (Hah)
In the car with her head down, she noddin’
And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
'Til I put this four-five on his noggin
[Verse 1: DaBaby]
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - **** all that talkin', just put a few mil' on the table and give me a pen and I'm signin' (****)
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - I just cut off my bitch (Why?)
'Cause you ain't really with me, be honest
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - She know I'm a mother****ing pimp, she don't get steak and shrimp
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - B done took a lil' bitch to McDonalds
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - Put a bag on your mother****ing head, better watch what you said
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - On my mother****ing pics and my comments (****)
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - In the four I'm a mother****ing giant (Huh)
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - A king like a mother****ing lion (Yeah)
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - Oh, these lil' bitches act like they want that (Uh-huh)
We gon' slide in your DM's, we slidin'
Better call up the homicide unit, I make 'em pull out yellow tape with the sirens
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - They gon' make me come set this bitch off
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - When I pull that bitch out it's too late to say sorry (Uh-uh)
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - Niggas thought I was soft 'cause they heard me singin' to bitches like YK Osiris (Hah)
I got my mind on my money
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - Let's run up some mother****ing commas (Yeah)
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - Let's go to the mother****ing bank (Haha)
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - Bitch, I'm from Charlotte, we blank (Blank)
Mama told me to pull up my pants (Why?)
Got them racks on me, mama, I can't (Huh)
[Chorus: DaBaby]
I keep tryna pull up my pants
I got thirty thousand in my joggers (Yeah)
I got the pistol on the flight (Uh-huh)
I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - That bitch ain't get shit from Christmas, she naughty (Hmm)
In the car with her head down, she noddin' (Hmm)
And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
'Til I put this four-five on his noggin
[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]
Uh, I keep tryna pull up my pants (Uh)
This big .40 hangin' out my joggers (Uh)
I grew up around them apartments
Now I'm in LA like a Dodger (Ooh)
Won't beef over tweets
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - I send my young niggas walk down on your ass like he stalkin' (Get him out of there)
Uh, leave him fresh to death in a coffin (Uh)
I'm on Runtz, from Cookie I'm coughin' (Uh)
Always up like I'm booted on molly (Boot)
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - These lil' niggas 12, they talkin' (****)
They can't keep up, Stunna a problem
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - I can't keep these bitches off me (Goddamn)
Yeah, we bringin' eyes in the party
Make him play with that stick on him 'til he say sorry
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - **** who? I beg your pardon (What?)
Won't cop pleas when shit get started (Nope)
I keep tryna pull up my pants
This big pistol hangin' out my joggers (Wow)
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - She eat dick when I land
Hit from the back, she call me her father (Ooh)
For my bro, I'll take the stand
Hand on the Bible and lie to your honor
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - Big dawg, you lil' niggas is toddlers (Yeah)
On the way to the show in the Sprinter with choppers (Grah, grah, grah)
[Chorus: DaBaby]
I keep tryna pull up my pants
I got thirty thousand in my joggers (Yeah)
I got the pistol on the flight (Uh-huh)
I just flew out to LA from Charlotte
Joggers - DaBaby, Stunna 4 Vegas (Baby On Baby) - That bitch ain't get shit from Christmas, she naughty (Hmm)
In the car with her head down, she noddin' (Hmm)
And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it
'Til I put this four-five on his noggin
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