Taking It Out

I'm thinkin' 'bout taking it out (For what?)

It's hard to pop shit with my grill in (Ha)

I can't let it fuck with my flow

Let these lil' **** run up the score, and I still win (Ha)

I told her I'm that **** without it (Let's go)

He touch me, he gon' die on the scene

I'ma pay me a lawyer and sit in the county (Yeah)

You ain't built how I'm built, they ain't seen what I seen

I don't want none of these **** around me (Uh-uh)

Ain't a **** alive can take credit from me

I was already lit when they found me (Naw)

And these **** just bluffin', ain't nobody touched me

So I know these **** ain't 'bout it

You ain't slap 'em when you heard that boy talkin' down

And you must feel the same way that he do

And you know we gon' check it, I ain't really trippin'

Can't wait till the day that I see you (On gang)

You fuck **** glass, see-through (Ha)

Know I'm on they ass, Evisu (Yeah)

All my jewelry splash, seafood (Ha)

Say he got a bag, me, too (****)

Shout out my BM, that's me, me (Me, me)

We pull up with, like, four-hundred rounds (Four deep)

It's just me, and Ri, Dada, I'm TG (On gang)

I got my jewelry from Johnny (It's a movie)

Turn on that mothafuckin' TV (Ice)

Everyone, turn off your lights

I bet you still mothafuckin' see me (Yeah)

You know it's a light show (Ha)

Pull up with that iron

You know that I got it everywhere that I go

Really out my mind (High)

Come playin' with me, he gon' die slow (Ay, ay)

They think I'm a psycho (Ha)

Like, my money blue, y'all **** green

I do this with my eyes closed

Put me in a room, four-hundred ****

Gimme a blindfold

'Cause you **** ain't 'bout that (Bitch)

Lemme see where that mouth at

When I pull out that iron

I bet you **** gon' wanna get that clout back

And if I wasn't rich and already lit

I'd pull up where your house at

But you know God great, and everything's straight

Took a loss, and I bounced back

You will never hear dis, I ain't gon' say shit

I ain't finna talk back (Ha)

I'm thinkin' 'bout taking it out

It's hard to pop shit with my grill in

I can't let it fuck with my flow

Let these lil' **** run up the score, and I still win

I told her I'm that **** without it

He touch me, he gon' die on the scene

I'ma pay me a lawyer and sit in the county (No cap)

You ain't built how I'm built, they ain't seen what I seen

I don't want none of these **** around me, ****

Huh (Bitch-ass ****)

And I'm the best mothafuckin' rapper, man

Fuck with this chop, **** lie, man

Real **** rock star

****, quit playin' with me, I'm too raw for you

Yeah, Baby Jesus, aka mothafuckin' Baby, man

Too mothafuckin' raw for this shit

And we ain't worried 'bout shit, ****

We ain't worried about shit, ****

It's too late now, ****

Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, ****?

I'm in there now, ****

We in there (Ay)

We in there (Ay)

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