Baby on Baby Out Now Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby

[Verse]
n*gga, off the top, what the f*ck you thought?
I ain't gotta wait to kick it
If a b*tch want me, then the b*tch gon' wait, I ain't gotta wait for b*tches (Ha)
If I feel like playin', I'ma play with my kid, I ain't finna play with n*ggas (Uh-uh)
And I got a gun for every room I got in my crib, you could say I stay with pistols (b*tch)
You could say that I stay with another n*gga b*tch, you could tell if you play, I'm clickin' (Let's go)
You could tell that I'm nothing like none of these rappers, everybody know Baby different (Yeah)
And no, I'm not no muh'f*ckin' tough guy (Uh-huh)
But if you play with me, put 'em up high (Yeah)
My b*tch, she got pretty skin and pretty eyes
She look just like TLC Left Eye (Uh-huh)
And I can't be f*cking them hoes from my city
But if I do, she from the Westside (The West)
And I can't be f*cking you b*tches for free
You gotta pay me, ho, I'm that fine (Ha)
We in this b*tch, now we on that time
I don't gotta pay for the sauce so I stack mine (Yeah)
And I can wear sweatpants like every day
And take your b*tch like, "That's mine" (Okay)
And you gon' go blow your sh*t on clothes and sh*t
But watch me invest mine (Uh-huh)
And I'ma show other n*ggas how to get some money
We ain't waiting on tax time (Talk to 'em)
And I ain't playing no motherf*ckin' scratch off (Uh-huh)
I'm tryna go get me some money (Yeah)
Give jobs to my n*ggas, yeah, b*tch, who the realest?
I ain't being stingy with money (Uh-huh)
I told 'em I'm Pac of the new sh*t (Pac)
You could reach in my pockets a new blue sh*t (Yeah)
And Baby on Baby out now
When my sh*t come on, everybody like, "Who this?" (Who)
I know they gon' copy the flavor
I ain't really tripping, lil' n*gga I do this (Uh-huh)
Pull up to the scene with a new ho (She new)
Them fifties all pink like they Nuvo (Huh)
Them diamonds be dancing like Bruno (Mars)
Tell Future to meet me on Pluto (Yeah)
Tell your b*tch to meet me in Miami
I need a vacation (Ah), I'm tryna bring two hoes (Ah)
f*ck around and come back with a J.Lo
I'm strapped like them n*ggas on Halo (Yeah, yeah)
My sauce ain't easy to copy, yeah they try to jock it (Huh)
Can't do what I do though (Huh)
I could've dropped Baby on Baby and let that sh*t rock
But f*ck that, I ain't full, though (Uh-uh)
Yeah, b*tch, I'm still hungry, I need more (Eat)
I take that backend and play CeeLo (Huh?)
They like my CD, it's on repeat (Yeah)
She clean up the di*k (Uh), she a neat freak (Mhm)
And you lookin' at the best motherf*ckin' rapper in his face when you see me, n*gga
[Outro]
The best motherf*ckin' rapper, n*gga, yeah, f*ck you talkin' about, n*gga? (I got 20 on my beat)
DaBaby, yeah, Baby Jesus
Baby on Baby out now, hardest sh*t out right now (f*ck), better than all that sh*t
f*ck what these n*ggas talkin' 'bout, better than all that sh*t, the hardest sh*t out (Prettiest Charlotte rapper alive)
Baby on Baby, n*gga (Think it ain't on me?)
You see what I'm sayin'? Better than all that sh*t, I'm the best muh'f*ckin' rapper
Put me in the room with any motherf*ckin' rapper, you know? Yeah, yeah, n*gga, f*ck they talkin' 'bout? We in there now, and I'm, I'm just gonna drop this, I'm just gonna chill, chill, f*ckin' with Baby, keep rockin'
Baby on Baby out now (That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby), I'ma chill, huh?
"Baby on Baby Freestyle"
I got 20 on my beat