[Intro: DaBaby]
Woo, woo
I pull up like
How you pull up, Baby? How you pull up? (Oh, oh, oh)
Boy, show the grammys how ya pull up?
How you pull up? I pull up
[Chorus: DaBaby]
Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, not a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real hitta rockstar? (Yeah)
This ain't no guitar, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that *****, get to bustin' (Woo)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

[Verse 1: DaBaby]
It's safe to say I earned it, ain't a (bouter) gave me nothin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm ready to hop out on a *****, get to bustin'
Know you heard mе say, "You play, you lay," don't make me push the button
Full of pain, droppеd enough tears to fill up a bucket
Goin' for buckets, I bought a chopper
I got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain't goin' for nothin'
I'm ready to air it out on all these ******, I can see 'em runnin'
Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother
I'm really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money (Okay, let's go)
She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot
She know what I do, she know 'fore I run from a ***** I'ma pull it out and shoot (Boom)
PTSD, I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a ***** in front of her before the age of two
And I'll kill another ***** too
'Fore I let another ***** do somethin' to you
Long as you know that, don't let anybody tell you different
Daddy love you (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: DaBaby & Roddy Ricch]
Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, not a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real hitta rockstar? (Yeah)
This ain't no guitar, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that *****, get to bustin' (Woo)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop

[Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban
'Cause the codeine had a young hitta swervin'
I got the mop, watch me wash 'em like detergent
And I'm ballin', that's why it's diamonds on my *****
Slide on opps' side and flip the block back, yeah, yeah
My junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeah
We spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis Rodman
Fool me one time, you can't cross me again
Twelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the wind
If he talkin' on the yard, the pen' dogs'll take his chin
Maybach SUV for my refugees
Buy blocks in the hood, put money in the streets
I was solo when the opps caught me at the gas station
Had it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last day
But they ain't even want no smoke
If I had to choose it, murder what she wrote

[Verse 3: DaBaby]
Spin around with that Lamborghini like I'm Batman
Something that you ain't gonna see from every blackman
Try to bring me down, eat up the allegations like Pacman
She see me now, don't which road to go to lead my house
My skin don't look the same, so I sing (without)
RIGHT NOW, I'M PERFORMING AT THE GRAMMYS
I'LL PROBABLY GET POKED BEFORE I BE LEAVING OUT
DON'T BE DENIED LIKE WE ALL OUT
SO WE IN THE PROJECT
OR PAC-MAN LEAVE THE HOUSE!!!!! (IN EFFECT!)

[Chorus: DaBaby]
Let's go
Brand new Lamborghini, not a cop car
With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Have you ever met a real hitta rockstar? (Yeah)
This ain't no guitar, this a Glock (Woo)
My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me (Woo)
You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)
Soon as you up me on that *****, get to bustin' (Woo)
And if I ain't enough, go get the chop