DaBaby - Jesus III lyrics

One shoebox full of mula (Jeez)
I  been stacking this shit for a minute (Woo)
Y'all  are going cold as a cooler (Woo)
Wanna know about me, go ask them bitches
(Woo) 40 with a 30 round clip
(Grrt) , now who wanna see me? (Woo)
And  that foreign go skrrt, I
Let down the window
Blowing gas like it's legal (Woo)
Put  that dick on her, she holla
Bring me two million Rosé bottles
Hit  they ass with that choppa
I bet they gon' hate it
Get the fuck out my section
If you not a model

I'm Baby Jesus
Tell me what you know about me
I don't fuck with these niggas
They act just like bitches
I'd rather have hoes on me
Give  a fuck 'bout security
Nigga try me in the club I'ma bomb
And she cute and she nasty, I
Can't let her pass me
That bitch got a onion
You gon' get me in trouble
My ho said she gone on that Hennessey
Just met a stallion
She told me she feeling me
Say she attracted to all my energy
I don't know why all these
Bad bitches into me
I guess it's the flavor, I don't got no type
She ain't tryna speak and she
Don't wanna meet ya
She prolly conceited, yeah, that what I like
Ayy, coming onto me, baby, shout out the DJ
He got my shit spinning
And Ku, that's my nigga, if
You check the score
It'll tell you we winnin'
And other niggas gotta show me something
I walk around like I'm the chosen one
Stop lying, stop lying
They know you frontin'
These niggas funny, Baby

One shoebox full of mula (Jeez)
I been stacking this shit for a minute (Woo)
Y'all are going cold as a cooler (Woo)
Wanna know about me, go ask them bitches
(Woo) 40 with a 30 round clip
(Grrt) , now who wanna see me? (Woo)
And that foreign go skrrt, I
Let down the window
Blowing gas like it's legal (Woo)
Put that dick on her, she holla
Bring me two million Rosé bottles
Hit they ass with that choppa
I bet they gon' hate it
Get the fuck out my section
If you not a model

Whole Cuban Link, wear a kilo
You see me HD, nigga, kino
Make a movie all the time, Tarantino
Used to serve the junkies
Through the peephole
Turn while your bag full of eggrolls
School book bag or the bubble
Always stayed in some trouble
Came from the struggle, hustle hustle hustle
Lookin' for a come up, pour the drank, nut up
She'll flip a drink for her daddy, bitch
Shut up cartier frames, no tint
If it don't make dollars
Then it don't make sense
If you ain't gettin' money
You ain't got no cents
Real niggas only, bad bitches only
But it's only one three
See these niggas try to clone me
Redbone suck me to sleep, head crucial
I like me a young whore, I love me a cougar
Shooter stay tooted, booted
Trick out a molly
My fellowship stupid, ugly, moogly
Loud-mouth, fruity tooted with a booty
Blonde white MILF named Regina
I ice off the wall, MJ club
Tell these niggas beat it, beat it
Yoppa undefeated yop, yop, yop
Niggas get your ass beat for three

One shoebox full of mula (Jeez)
I been stacking this shit for a minute (Woo)
Y'all are going cold as a cooler (Woo)
Wanna know about me, go ask them bitches
(Woo) 40 with a 30 round clip
(Grrt) , now who wanna see me? (Woo)
And that foreign go skrrt, I
Let down the window
Blowing gas like it's legal (Woo)
Put that dick on her, she holla
Bring me two million Rosé bottles
Hit they ass with that choppa
I bet they gon' hate it
Get the fuck out my section
If you not a model