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[Verse] Who shot your homeboy, nigga with a diaper on? Got on a classic Biggie beat and got a cypher on? Your girl said she stickin' with DaBaby, right or wrong Just gave me head in the rented car while the lights was on You know me, I be chillin’ and coolin' Know I'm the shit with the music Since you in love with computers Go look my name up on Google And please don’t turn to a groupie These other niggas be goofy Might as well pick up popcorn, we finna make this a movie I'm somewhere laid up with a stallion, lettin' them haters hate Eating jumbo shrimp with the steak off a paper plate Balling on 'em like Michael Jordan back in '88 Got my dick sucked before my flight, it almost made me late I'm in a different bracket than rappers, these niggas can't relate Don't make me get to slappin’ at rappers, give ’em a change of face I made so many racks off of trapping, yeah, I was slanging weight I put the weed down and start eating, they say I'm gaining weight Who shot you, that lil’ nigga with the pamper Baby? With 10 pounds of Cali weed inside the hamper Baby? Your baby mama looking like she want a sample, baby I pulled up with the bald fade like a cancer patient Who shot you, the lil' nigga that be on Instagram? Do what the fuck he wanna do, like he don't give a damn? Just got some head after the show inside the sprinter van They know I'm a fool ’cause I'm smooth and cool as a ceiling fan You need to get your boss, I ain't tryna fuck with the middle man I'm charging just to talk, nothing personal, I'm business man So if you ain't got it, I'll get it from you later And when I need motivation I get it from a hater And when I need some good head I go get it from your lady I just might fly out to Cali and ball like I'm a Laker And send a box to my brother and let him get some paper Come back to Charlotte a Muslim like, "As-salamu alaykum" Pull up in a silver Bentley like Mr. Arnold Taylor And all I need is a coupe 'cause I'm riding with my lady And if you seeking the truth, then you better find DaBaby Your label gotta be stupid if you don't sign DaBaby The struggle, had to go through with it, now I'm finally patient And I'm enjoying the journey and all the time it's taking And when it come to my city, they treat me like I'm Diddy And if I get shot today, they gon' treat me like I'm Biggie Huh, who shot you?
[Outro] That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby R.I.P B.I.G R.I.P this motherfuckin' beat DaBaby And I do that hip-hop shit too, this for you hip-hop heads, man You hip-hoppers, haha Who shot you?