DaBaby - Who Shot Ya lyrics
DaBaby [Jonathan Lyndale Kirk] Cleveland, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DaBaby - Who Shot Ya lyrics]
Who shot your homeboy? Nigga
With a diaper on?
Got on a classic Biggie beat
And got a cypher on?
Your girl said she stickin' with DaBaby
Right or wrong
Just gave me head in the rented
Car while the lights was on
You know me, I be chillin’ and coolin'
Know I'm the shit with the music
Since you in love with computers
Go look my name up on Google
And please don’t turn to a groupie
These other niggas be goofy
Might as well pick up popcorn
We finna make this a movie
I'm somewhere laid up with a stallion
Lettin' them haters hate
Eating jumbo shrimp with the steak
Off a paper plate
Balling on 'em like Michael
Jordan back in '88
Got my dick sucked before my flight
It almost made me late
I'm in a different bracket than rappers
These niggas can't relate
Don't make me get to slappin’ at rappers
Give ’em a change of face
I made so many racks off of trapping, yeah
I was slanging weight
I put the weed down and start eating
They say I'm gaining weight who shot you
That lil’ nigga with the pamper Baby?
With 10 pounds of Cali weed
Inside the hamper Baby?
Your baby mama looking like
She want a sample, baby
I pulled up with the bald
Fade like a cancer patient who shot you
The lil' nigga that be on Instagram?
Do what the fuck he wanna do
Like he don't give a damn?
Just got some head after the
Show inside the sprinter van
They know I'm a fool ’cause I'm smooth
And cool as a ceiling fan
You need to get your boss
I ain't tryna fuck with the middle man
I'm charging just to talk, nothing personal
I'm business man so if you ain't got it
I'll get it from you later
And when I need motivation I
Get it from a hater
And when I need some good head I
Go get it from your lady
I just might fly out to Cali
And ball like I'm a Laker
And send a box to my brother
And let him get some paper
Come back to Charlotte a Muslim like
"As-salamu alaykum"
Pull up in a silver Bentley
Like Mr arnold Taylor
And all I need is a coupe
'cause I'm riding with my lady
And if you seeking the truth
Then you better find DaBaby
Your label gotta be stupid if
You don't sign DaBaby
The struggle, had to go through with it
Now I'm finally patient
And I'm enjoying the journey and
All the time it's taking
And when it come to my city
They treat me like I'm Diddy
And if I get shot today
They gon' treat me like I'm Biggie
Huh, who shot you?
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby rIP BIG
RIP this motherfuckin' beat daBaby
And I do that hip-hop shit too
This for you hip-hop heads, man
You hip-hoppers, haha who shot you?
With a diaper on?
Got on a classic Biggie beat
And got a cypher on?
Your girl said she stickin' with DaBaby
Right or wrong
Just gave me head in the rented
Car while the lights was on
You know me, I be chillin’ and coolin'
Know I'm the shit with the music
Since you in love with computers
Go look my name up on Google
And please don’t turn to a groupie
These other niggas be goofy
Might as well pick up popcorn
We finna make this a movie
I'm somewhere laid up with a stallion
Lettin' them haters hate
Eating jumbo shrimp with the steak
Off a paper plate
Balling on 'em like Michael
Jordan back in '88
Got my dick sucked before my flight
It almost made me late
I'm in a different bracket than rappers
These niggas can't relate
Don't make me get to slappin’ at rappers
Give ’em a change of face
I made so many racks off of trapping, yeah
I was slanging weight
I put the weed down and start eating
They say I'm gaining weight who shot you
That lil’ nigga with the pamper Baby?
With 10 pounds of Cali weed
Inside the hamper Baby?
Your baby mama looking like
She want a sample, baby
I pulled up with the bald
Fade like a cancer patient who shot you
The lil' nigga that be on Instagram?
Do what the fuck he wanna do
Like he don't give a damn?
Just got some head after the
Show inside the sprinter van
They know I'm a fool ’cause I'm smooth
And cool as a ceiling fan
You need to get your boss
I ain't tryna fuck with the middle man
I'm charging just to talk, nothing personal
I'm business man so if you ain't got it
I'll get it from you later
And when I need motivation I
Get it from a hater
And when I need some good head I
Go get it from your lady
I just might fly out to Cali
And ball like I'm a Laker
And send a box to my brother
And let him get some paper
Come back to Charlotte a Muslim like
"As-salamu alaykum"
Pull up in a silver Bentley
Like Mr arnold Taylor
And all I need is a coupe
'cause I'm riding with my lady
And if you seeking the truth
Then you better find DaBaby
Your label gotta be stupid if
You don't sign DaBaby
The struggle, had to go through with it
Now I'm finally patient
And I'm enjoying the journey and
All the time it's taking
And when it come to my city
They treat me like I'm Diddy
And if I get shot today
They gon' treat me like I'm Biggie
Huh, who shot you?
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby rIP BIG
RIP this motherfuckin' beat daBaby
And I do that hip-hop shit too
This for you hip-hop heads, man
You hip-hoppers, haha who shot you?