Beeper

Oh, you thought I was comin' on some motherfuckin'

Some lover boy shit, huh?

That's what the fuck you thought I was 'bout to do

Some of that lover boy shit?

That's how you thought I was comin'?

Fuck that

Look, fuck that

My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper, thumpin' like a speaker

Cutting pretty hoes off

I always been a loner, I don't really need 'em

Tryin' not to doze off, ain't been gettin' sleep

I practice what I'm preachin'

If I ever go pull up to my old school

Bet I could fuck on all my teachers

I'm the fuckin' goat, these motherfuckers know it

This ain't spoken word, but I'm a fuckin' poet

This a forty, if I up it, I'ma blow it

Every song I got a blank

I see these **** hatin' on the internet

But I don't ever see 'em at the bank

I'm at the counter takin' out some rap money

The teller tell me that I act funny

I'm going shopping with the trap money

I put that shit on and I drip

I tried to sneak in that bitch with the rod

My shirt was too tight, it ain't cover the clip

I'm gettin' high on the low with your bitch

Drinkin' Hen' while I drive, I'm controllin' the whip

I wouldn't try this at home

I got on take a **** bitch cologne

Don't try to pull out your picture phone

Kiss on this dick, ain't no mistletoe

You know I'm the shit, I could switch your ho

Get rid of a bitch, I don't miss a ho

Forget it, you blew it, it's over

All hunnids, they blue like they rollin'

Did my dance and I took your lil' ho

She like how I be movin' my shoulders

You know how the boy do it, I'm posted

I keep that shit low key, I still got that OG

And he gon' try and cap for his partners

Don't know nothin' 'bout me but act like he know me

And I might catch a flight to L.A. just to go back and fix you

My shot like I'm Kobe

Then I go catch a flight back to Charlotte

And get out the load by my muhfuckin' lonely

'Cause my

My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper, thumpin' like a speaker

Cuttin' pretty hoes off

I always been a loner, I don't really need 'em

Tryin' not to doze off, ain't been gettin' sleep

I practice what I'm preachin'

If I ever go pull up to my old school

Bet I could fuck on all my teachers

I'm the fuckin' goat, these motherfuckers know it

My trap phone jumpin' like a beeper, thumpin' like a speaker

Cuttin' pretty hoes off

I always been a loner, I don't really need 'em

Tryin' not to doze off, ain't been gettin' sleepy

I practice what I'm preachin'

If I ever go pull up to my old school

Bet I could fuck on all my teachers

I'm the fuckin' goat, these motherfuckers know it

(That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby)

Yeah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout, yeah

You killed that shit