STICKS AND STONES (INTRO)

Original

That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby

Sticks and stones'll break my bones, but words'll never hurt a nigga

Baby like a oven, better not touch him, I'ma burn a nigga

I know it's a Phantom, and I'm supposed to have a driver

But I whip it like a Honda, and I'm outchea and I'm swervin' in it

Whippin' 'round somebody at the light, ain't see the curb, I hit it

'Bout to fuck the tires up

And she just wanna spend some time with me, but I been locked in in that mode

And by the time that I get home, I'm gon' be burnt out

Prolly hollerin' 'bout, "I'm tired as fuck"

Any nigga think that I'm a ho, just tell him try his luck

First nigga that jump off in that water prolly die a duck

I'm starin' at the ceilin' overnight 'cause I got money on my mind

And I ain't havin' too much time, you on your grind or what?

Tryna get some motherfuckin' money, nigga, sign me up

Can't go against this shit, if niggas want, a nigga line it up

'Cause every time a nigga press my button, then I'm goin' up

Strapped up every day, they better not fuck with me, I'll blow it up

The fuck with niggas? Wanna see what's up with me, they know what's up

She know that I don't expressin' feelings, told me, "Open up"

This younger bitch was lookin' at me googly-eyed, don't know if she confused or not

The fuck up out my face, she wasn't old enough

The fuck say I couldn't go and do a show? Damn, bitch, I'm showin' up

Them him and hers just touched down in the city, nigga, roll it up

You tryna get a hunnid bags of more, you get it half the price

Ain't rappin' 'bout that childish shit no more, bitch, I been growin' up

Nigga

Yeah

Yeah, you know I tuned into BE MORE GRATEFUL, nigga, a classic

Yeah, look

Sticks and stones'll break my bones, but words'll never hurt a nigga

Baby like a oven, better not touch him, I'ma burn a nigga (tss)

I know it's a Phantom, and I'm supposed to have a driver (skrrt)

But I whip it like a Honda, and I'm out this bitch, I'm swervin' in it

Nigga

What y'all doin'

Niggas can't hurt me, nigga (that shit can't hurt me, nigga)

Fuck it, this the second verse

Tryna teach her everything I know, not tryna lecture her

Go home and make love to my lil' bitch, I don't have sex with her

You know I got that .40 on my hip, ain't gotta check me first

Pointin' at other cars behind my tint, I gotta wet you first

I can't let niggas hit me up

My daughter only four, just hit my phone like, "Daddy, pick me up"

I told her, "Daddy on the way"

Soon as I'm done workin', you know daddy on his grind

And when it's time, it's nothin' more to say

We rockin' out

Me and all your sisters, yeah, we pullin' up and poppin' out

And any nigga fuck with you, I'm gon' make nephew sock 'em out

And if they get they daddy, bet I show him what that choppa 'bout

Make that bitch go "Brr," they gon' think a helicopter out

They softer than a paper plane

She know her daddy super solid, my oldest daughter hater lame

Let's see what they do about it, that Cybertruck, I'm shootin' out it

While bumpin' my new music out it, this album here gon' change the game

Clutchin' at my mirrors on the highway while I'm changin' lanes

I only got the real ones still beside me, we gon' stay the same

Bitch, I get to flashin' out and shootin' shit like Major Payne

Without the fuckin' funny hat, I'm thuggin', bitch, I can't complain

It's Baby

Yeah

And what y'all doin'

Nigga, that shit don't hurt me, nigga

That shit can't hurt me, nigga

Yeah, and I'm the best motherfuckin' rapper, nigga

You know I tuned into a classic, nigga, BE MORE GRATEFUL, nigga

Yeah