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DaBaby - Go First feat Stunna 4 Vegas & Rich Dunk (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaBaby
DaBaby
Vocals
Stunna 4 Vegas
Stunna 4 Vegas
Vocals
Rich Dunk
Rich Dunk
Vocals
Chrishan
Chrishan
Programming
Hitmaka
Hitmaka
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Kirk
Jonathan Kirk
Songwriter
Khalick Caldwell
Khalick Caldwell
Songwriter
Davion Clyburn
Davion Clyburn
Songwriter
Christopher Dotson
Christopher Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chrishan
Chrishan
Producer
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Christopher "Coach Brodie" West
Mixing Engineer
Arieas J. Lee
Arieas J. Lee
Recording Engineer
Glenn A Tabor III
Glenn A Tabor III
Mastering Engineer
Hitmaka
Hitmaka
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Go
Look
Aye, fuck it, I go first
It ain't even hot and I'm still rocking no shirt
Ain't stuntin', no thot in this bitch, know she gon' flirt (It's hot)
You don't hold the Glock then you ain't gettin' no purse
The fuck I look like cashin' out on a Birkin
I fucked the first night when she seen me in person
Hit her for a while I was up off a perc
That bitch booty big, Baby think baby got surgery, I clap when I hit it
[Verse 2]
That **** cap, he the type of rap ****
Act like he grew up in the trap, but he didn't
We gon' clap at that ****
With choppas I flip 'em
Lil bro drop a dime, I ain't droppin' a nickel
I'm tryna nap me a ****
Slide, you and ya passenger, ****, let's go
You scared? Then go see a pastor, lil ****
Movie scene, bitch, we 'bout action, lil ****
You know how we comin'
And I up it and dump it
Shit, I'm into gettin' some money
Put Dot on yo' ass, he gon' do it for nothing
That lil **** broke, that didn't come in his budget
**** top get peeled, we go huntin'
Whoop a **** like he took something (Bitch)
Bitch, quit running
**** flip something (Ha)
I know ya soft ass ain't did nothing
I'm hittin' these hoes by the four (Thot)
Bitch, we the richest in the four (Four times)
Know we clear the bidness when it's on (Let's go)
Big dirty glizzy get 'em gone (Come on)
She don't eat the meat, she gotta go (Yeah)
We eat the beef like a fat hoe (Uh-huh)
Chop make em' lean back like Fat Joe (Lean back)
Get you wacked **** that's what these racks for
If she tried to kiss me, bitch, that's a no-no
I make her hit the head that's a low blow (Eat that meat)
I still do dirt on the low-low (Ha)
We come spin ya bin in a four-door
Flashin' all them lil ass bands in ya photo
Have 'em spinnin' in a van or a four-door (Pussy)
Give ya lil ass some work doing promo (Come here)
Put a **** on a shirt he a logo
Stupid ass, ****
[Verse 3]
Look
Aye, fuck it, I go first
It ain't even hot and I'm still rocking no shirt
Ain't stuntin', no thot in this bitch, know she gon' flirt (It's hot)
You don't hold the Glock then you ain't gettin' no purse
The fuck I look like cashin' out on a Birkin
I fucked the first night when she seen me in person
Hit her for a while I was up off a perc
That bitch booty big, Baby think baby got surgery, I clap when I hit it
[Verse 4]
I make her look back when I'm in it (Uh)
In the dark 'cause my diamonds is dancing (Ice)
Ain't 'bout money won't pay you attention (No)
Put that wham in ya face if it's tension (Wham)
Get to spinnin' till we dizzy (Go)
I'm mixin' the lean with candy (Lean-lean-lean)
Up fire in his face like a Benji (Boom)
I fuck her then left her abandoned (Thot)
Yeah, she call me mean and nasty (Mean)
Not clutchin' this glizzy for fashion (The fuck)
In a shootout, I'm shootin' with passion (Grraow)
Got some **** that's really assassins (Haha)
Boy,don't make us get on yo ass (Don't make us get on yo ass)
A **** test me but I passed (Uh-huh)
I get bored spend a ten in sacks (Cash)
Still, I'll tear up ya shit like Taz
Like go-go get on they ass (Let's go)
I was young but I been in my bag (The fuck)
These **** be broke and sad (Sad)
I don't feel 'em, not even a tad (Uh-uh)
Buy, I don't even look at the tag
You know I'ma rich **** (Rich)
I'ma lil **** with a big pistol (Uh)
Paid ****, I'ma bitch taker, and you ain't nothin' but a bitch **** (It's four)
[Verse 5]
Aye, fuck it, I go first
It ain't even hot and I'm still rocking no shirt
Ain't stuntin', no thot in this bitch, know she gon' flirt (It's hot)
You don't hold the Glock then you ain't gettin' no purse
The fuck I look like cashin' out on a Birkin
I fucked the first night when she seen me in person
Hit her for a while I was up off a perc
That bitch booty big, Baby think baby got surgery, I clap when I hit it
Written by: Christian Ward, Christopher Chrishan Dotson, Christopher Clyburn, Davion Clyburn, Jonathan Kirk, Khalick Caldwell
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