Flick Of Da Wrist

[Intro]

Baby Jesus, though

You  already know it

You  already know it

Aesthetic on the track, boy

Baby Jesus

You  already know it

Shoutout  to you if you listenin' to this

'Specially if you a pretty little female

Aesthetic  on the track, boy

[Verse]

Sweet baby Jesus

Check out the flick of my wrist

Pull up in my whip with a bitch who don't ask me for shit

Yeah,  that's how I like 'em, a bitch with a check more excitin'

And she so conceited, she don't even speak

Try my luck for a week, ask her friend was she dykin'

She say more than likely, cool, 'cause I'm feelin' like Boosie

Just got a fresh cut, I can see that she choosin'

And I don't give a fuck, sleep on me and you're losin'

Lay on my chest and I rub on your booty

Look me in my eyes and tell me I'm the cutest

But don't get it twisted

I forgot to mention the pistol right next to me, bitch, I'm a shooter

Shit, ay, we gon' stay away from all that, though, that shit gettin' lame out here, let's go

Bitch, I'm from Charlotte, don't know how to act

A lot of these artists don't know how to rap

Watch me put on, set the tone for my city

I got your bitch out that thong on a Wednesday

We hit the diner right after the club

When she see me, act like nothing happened in public

Forever our secret, I'll never discuss it

He got that iron, that boy swear he be clutchin'

I look in his eyes, I can tell he won't bust it

You know most of these niggas be fake as a bitch

Never told on a soul, can't relate to a snitch

And therefore we are not the same

Your mama and daddy ought to be ashamed

Should've used a rubber, gave birth to a lame

I stick to the code, that's the way I was raised

Pull up on 'em hoes rocking gold, switchin' lanes

I'm sorry but I'm way too gifted for niggas

Persistence, I'm way too consistent on niggas

City full of dogs, I'm the pick of the litter

Fuck the fame, the fame don't mean shit to me, nigga

One of my freaks woke me up out my sleep and start asking 'bout who I been fucking

I told her she wasn't my bitch so don't bother me, sorry, that matter's not up for discussion

I got that cash on me like it's Monopoly, look at my pockets, nigga, them shits bustin'

Nigga used to be my nigga but fuck him

Baby Jesus can't break bread with a buster

Love the way that she give head but don't trust her

She make me feel like I could walk on water

She call me papi but she not my daughter

She fuck with Baby Jesus 'cause I'm not normal

I was at South by Southwest down in Texas

Performin' walkin' through the crowd like a veteran

All thanks to Dinero, salute to my nigga, he gave me the platform, I had to deliver

At the last minute hopped on the plane with 2,000 CDs, ended up on a stage

Selling shows in three days, man fuck all that playin', they gon' know about Jesus

Fuck a hater, go ask your ho about Jesus

Bet she gon' keep it in the low about Jesus

But I'll dap you like your ho not a cheater

I-85, .45 and four pounds of reefer

Exceeding the speed limit

Increasing volume on my Runner speakers

Bumping that new Baby Jesus

My vocab astonishing, manipulation of wordplay is dangerously lethal

How they gon' hang with Lil' Jesus?

[Outro]

(Fuck niggas talkin' 'bout)

Look at the flick of my wrist

Woo, yeah (It don't matter though, I'ma go right around 'em)

Look at the bitch that I'm wit'

Baby Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, hey (My nigga Slim try to keep that, what I just said, on it)

(You should, I'm wit' all that shit)

Fucked up (It's DaBaby), I done invested in myself (Fuck)

Got the Yo in the crib, it's over

(So Disrespectful the muhfuckin' mixtape)

You already know it

(If you a DJ and you not playin' my shit, you ought to be ashamed of yo' goddamn self)

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus

You already know it (Fuck is you thinkin' man?)