Walk In

[Intro] Baby Jesus (Uh-oh, it's DaBaby) Baby Jesus Yeah, yeah, yeah Look [Chorus] Feeling like a god when I walk in the building I don't give a fuck 'bout who feel me (Feel me) I really don't care who ahead of me Y'all just trying to be local celebrities Switching lanes with the thing, keep it next to me Shit I rob, I'ma serve 'em My foot on the gas and I'm swervin' I be pulling out fast like a virgin [Interlude] Oh Baby Jesus Baby Jesus Man, these bitch niggas was dabbing in the club the other night Yeah, yeah Bitch ass niggas spilled their drink all over my arm, man Look [Chorus] Feeling like a god when I walk in the building I don't give a fuck 'bout who feel me (Feel me) I really don't care who ahead of me Y'all just trying to be local celebrities Switching lanes with the thing, keep it next to me Shit I rob, I'ma serve 'em My foot on the gas and I'm swervin' I be pulling out fast like a virgin [Verse] Y'all niggas boring, I can't relate Cashed out on the forum with paper plates Walked out with the title like Golden State It feel like I just won the finals And I put that shit on the Bible Please excuse my language, but I cannot tame it I knew how to cuss back when I was a baby My mama was workin', my uncles done raise me I know that it's crazy Yeah, that's my freak bitch, you call her your baby I'm in the sheets laying down with your lady She rub on my chest and tell me I'm her favorite, ayy To all of the niggas who play with me Don't ever think I'ma forget about it I keep a pistol on stage with me You clutchin', we gon' hit up anybody The second that one of these rappers try me I'ma send a shooter let him catch a body Hit the funeral like nothing happened Just to double-back to come and fuck yo' thotty Dinero keep telling me, "Lil' bro, chill, you was made for this shit, bro, you work for a mil'" My cousin denied on his first appeal Lot of niggas snitchin', acting like they real Just kicked a ho out my spot I made that bitch walk it out What I told you 'bout running yo' mouth? I had to go put that bitch in time-out I do not think I was meant for a spouse I don't have the time, blame it on my ambition These niggas want your soul, they gon' want yo' attention Soon as you go broke, then that ho gon' go missing All of the bitches who counted me out I take my dick, put it all in they mouth Fuck all the rumors, I don't even listen Off the computer, y'all niggas is bitches How you a shooter? You don't got a pistol Whole lotta goons, but they only on Twitter You're one to try if you want some attention I point out a victim, my nigga gon' get him But I'd rather get money, be positive No, you ain't getting money, it's obvious Any beat, I'ma eat, I'ma body it Entertainment for gods and the goddesses [Outro] Nigga Baby Jesus, Jesus, Jesus You already know it You already know it