Joggers (Feat. Stunna 4 Vegas)

Chorus: DaBaby I keep tryna pull up my pants Uh-huh I got thirty thousand in my joggers Mmh I got the pistol on the flight The flight I just flew out to LA from Charlotte That bitch ain't get shit from Christmas, she naughty Hah In the car with her head down, she noddin�� And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it 'Til I put this four-five on his noggin Verse 1: DaBaby Fuck all that talkin��, just put a few mil' on the table and give me a pen and I'm signin' Bitch I just cut off my bitch Why 'Cause you ain't really with me, be honest She know I'm a motherfuckin' pimp, she don��t get steak and shrimp B done took a lil�� bitch to McDonalds Put a bag on your motherfuckin' head, better watch what you said On my motherfuckin�� pics and my comments Bitch In the four I'm a motherfuckin' giant Huh A king like a motherfuckin' lion Yeah Oh, these lil�� niggas act like they want that Uh-huh We gon' slide in your DM's, we slidin' Better call up the homicide unit, I make 'em pull out yellow tape with the sirens They gon' make me come set this bitch off When I pull that bitch out it's too late to say sorry Uh-uh Niggas thought I was pussy 'cause they heard me singin' to bitches like YK Osiris Hah I got my mind on my money Let's run up some motherfuckin' commas Yeah Let's go to the motherfuckin' bank Haha Bitch, I'm from Charlotte, we blank Blank Mama told me to pull up my pants Why Got them racks on me, mama, I can't Huh Chorus: DaBaby I keep tryna pull up my pants I got thirty thousand in my joggers Yeah I got the pistol on the flight Uh-huh I just flew out to LA from Charlotte That bitch ain't get shit from Christmas, she naughty Hmm In the car with her head down, she noddin' Hmm And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it 'Til I put this four-five on his noggin Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas Uh, I keep tryna pull up my pants Uh This big .40 hangin' out my joggers Uh I grew up around them apartments Now I'm in LA like a Dodger Ooh Won't beef over tweets I send my young nigga walk down on your ass like he stalkin' Get him out of there Uh, leave him fresh to death in a coffin Uh I'm on Runtz, from Cookie I'm coughin' Uh Always up like I'm booted on molly Boot These lil' niggas 12, they talkin' Fuck They can't keep up, Stunna a problem I can't keep these bitches off me Goddamn Yeah, we bringin' eyes in the party Make him play with that stick on him 'til he say sorry Fuck who I beg your pardon What Won't cop pleas when shit get started Nope I keep tryna pull up my pants This big pistol hangin' out my joggers Wow She eat dick when I land Hit from the back, she call me her father Ooh For my bro, I'll take the stand Hand on the Bible and lie to your honor Big dawg, you lil' niggas is toddlers Yeah On the way to the show in the Sprinter with choppers Grah, grah, grah Chorus: DaBaby I keep tryna pull up my pants I got thirty thousand in my joggers Yeah I got the pistol on the flight Uh-huh I just flew out to LA from Charlotte That bitch ain't get shit from Christmas, she naughty Hmm In the car with her head down, she noddin' Hmm And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it 'Til I put this four-five on his noggin