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[Intro: DaBaby]
        
Woo, woo              
I pull up like                                                      
How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh)                                                          
How you pull up? I pull up (Woo, Seth in the kitchen)

                
[Chorus: DaBaby]

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Let's go                                     
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car                                                           
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)                                        
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?                                               
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)                                                     
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)                                              
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)                                                     
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo)                                     
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

                 
[Verse 1: DaBaby]

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It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a nigga gave me nothin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)       
I'm ready to hop out on a nigga, get to bustin'                                      
Know you heard me say, "You play, you lay," don't make me push the button                   
Full of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a fuckin' bucket                                     
Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper                                                            
I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain't goin' for nothin'                                
I'm ready to air it out on all these niggas, I can see 'em runnin'                            
Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother              
I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money (Okay, let's go
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot                                        
She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a nigga, I'ma pull it out and shoot (Boom)                
PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu                                     
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a nigga in front of her before the age of two                               
And I'll kill another nigga too                                             
'Fore I let another nigga do somethin' to you                                                          
Long as you know that, don't let nobody tell you different                           
Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah)

                              
[Chorus: DaBaby & Roddy Ricch]

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Let's go                                     
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car                                                           
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)                                        
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?                                               
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)                                                     
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)                                              
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)                                                           
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo, yeah)                                                   
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop (Yeah, yeah)

                      
[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]

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Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban                                             
'Cause the codeine had a young nigga swervin'                                               
I got the mop, watch me wash 'em like detergent                                                      
And I'm ballin', that's why it's diamonds on my jersey                                                       
Slide on opps' side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah                                                      
My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah                                                 
We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman                                          
Fool me one time, you can't cross me again                                                 
Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind                                                         
If he talkin' on the yard, the pen' dogs'll take his chin                           
Maybach SUV for my refugees                                                
Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets                                                     
I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station                                                         
Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day                                 
But they ain't even want no smoke                                           
If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote

                
[Chorus: DaBaby]

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Let's go                                     
Brand new Lamborghini, fuck a cop car                                                           
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)                                        
Have you ever met a real nigga rockstar?                                               
This ain't no guitar, bitch, this a Glock (Woo)                                                     
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)                                             
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)                                                    
Soon as you up me on that nigga, get to bustin' (Woo)
                                 *Outro begins here*    
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

[Outro]

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