DaBaby - TALK ABOUT IT lyrics
DaBaby [Jonathan Lyndale Kirk] Cleveland, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DaBaby - TALK ABOUT IT lyrics]
My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money
(Let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
GRAMMY nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I still'll open fire on a nigga
Make him get down (Get down, get down)
Yeah, bitch
You ain't seen a nigga do it like Baby
(Uh, uh)
Big chain and I'm solo in this bitch
Glock four-five, AP and four bracelets
(Let's go)
I just spent three million on the crib
(Three Ms) and I don't even be there
I just did it for my baby (No cap)
You prolly never met a nigga like me
Really 'bout whatever
From the bottom like the basement
(The bottom) you might have a point but I
Ain't finna argue with you
Won't go back and forth, I be done shot him
I'm in the studio, I got my daughter
With me in a Fendi dress
She rockin' diamonds (From Johnny)
Light show, nigga (Let's go)
Heat me up, I got my ice on, nigga
I be signin' million dollar deals with my
Fingertips on eSign on my fuckin' iPhone
Nigga i'm the nigga, let me talk about it
(Wheezy outta here)
My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money
(Let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
GRAMMY nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I still'll open fire on a nigga
Make him get down (No cap)
My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money
(Let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
GRAMMY nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I still'll open fire on a nigga
Make him get down (Get down, get down)
Court dates for the New Year (2020)
Twenty on the lawyer
Twenty-seven thousand for a jet
I never boarded
Everybody in the county treat a
Nigga like the truth (Truth)
Lock the jail down every time a nigga move
(Lockdown)
In a dirty-ass cell, doin' push-ups
Eatin' soup the media believin' 'em
They wanna see me go back
Rich nigga can't rob a broke
Nigga and you know that
Locked a nigga up in South
Florida like he Kodak
A quarter-million dollars in my
Motherfuckin' tote bag
They think I like to fight until
A nigga get a toe tag (Boom)
Hang his jersey up, his shit a throwback
(Throwback) police ain't know me
They don't wanna see me bubble
Pretty-ass smile like my motherfuckin' mother
All the nigga know is hustle
Multi-million dollar nigga
Got to stay up out of trouble
I'm the realest nigga in it
Let me talk about it (Wheezy outta here)
My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money
(Let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
GRAMMY nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I still'll open fire on a nigga
Make him get down (Get down, get down)
My uncles taught a nigga how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money
(Let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
GRAMMY nominated nigga, bitch, it's lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I still'll open fire on a nigga
Make him get down (Get down, get down)