DaBaby - Walk In lyrics

Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

[DaBaby - Walk In lyrics]

Baby Jesus (Uh oh, it's DaBaby)
Baby Jesus yeah, yeah, yeah
Look

Feeling like a god when I
Walk in the building
I don't give a fuck 'bout who feel me
(Feel me)
I really don't care who ahead of me
Y'all just trying to be local celebrities
Switching lanes with the thing
Keep it next to me
Shit I rob, I'ma serve 'em
My foot on the gas and I'm swervin'
I be pulling out fast like a virgin

Oh baby Jesus
Baby Jesus
Man, these bitch niggas was dabbing in
The club the other night yeah, yeah
Bitch ass niggas spilled their drink
All over my arm, man
Look

Feeling like a god when I
Walk in the building
I don't give a fuck 'bout who feel me
(Feel me)
I really don't care who ahead of me
Y'all just trying to be local celebrities
Switching lanes with the thing
Keep it next to me
Shit I rob, I'ma serve 'em
My foot on the gas and I'm swervin'
I be pulling out fast like a virgin

Y'all niggas boring, I can't relate
Cashed out on the forum with paper plates
Walked out with the title like Golden State
It feel like I just won the finals
And I put that shit on the Bible
Please excuse my language
But I cannot tame it
I knew how to cuss back when I was a baby
My mama was workin', my uncles done raise me
I know that it's crazy
Yeah, that's my freak bitch
You call her your baby
I'm in the sheets laying down with your lady
She rub on my chest and
Tell me I'm her favorite, ayy
To all of the niggas who play with me
Don't ever think I'ma forget about it
I keep a pistol on stage with me
You clutchin', we gon' hit up anybody
The second that one of these rappers try me
I'ma send a shooter let him catch a body
Hit the funeral like nothing happened
Just to double back to come
And fuck yo' thotty
Dinero keep telling me, "Lil' bro, chill, you
Was made for this shit, bro
You work for a mil'"
My cousin denied on his first appeal
Lot of niggas snitchin'
Acting like they real
Just kicked a ho out my spot
I made that bitch walk it out
What I told you 'bout running yo' mouth?
I had to go put that bitch in time-out
I do not think I was meant for a spouse
I don't have the time
Blame it on my ambition
These niggas want your soul
They gon' want yo' attention
Soon as you go broke
Then that ho gon' go missing
All of the bitches who counted me out
I take my dick, put it all in they mouth
Fuck all the rumors, I don't even listen
Off the computer, y'all niggas is bitches
How you a shooter? You don't got a pistol
Whole lotta goons, but they only on Twitter
You're one to try if you want some attention
I point out a victim, my nigga gon' get him
But I'd rather get money, be positive
No, you ain't getting money, it's obvious
Any beat, I'ma eat, I'ma body it
Entertainment for gods and the goddesses

Nigga baby Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
You already know it you already know it

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