Lyrics Da FUKUMEAN (Freestyle) – DaBaby

Look, I don’t know if these n**gas gon’ like this
I be feelin’ like these n**gas don’t like me
The only thing to save them from me was the virus
I be f**kin’ n**gas b!tches all the time
So I wouldn’t be surprised if these n**gas f**kin’ my b!tch, zoom
Tool in my head while I’m drivin’, boom

Shoot at yo’ a*s, don’t even try this
Baby chew on that d!ck like it’s Trident, yeah, a Hubba Bubba
Got four kids right now, I might want another, I’m a cool a*s lil’ cold-blooded motherf**ker
I’m tellin’ you, just got off FaceTime with .., free cuz
Get loose and shake ’em, tried lockin’ me up
When we f**k, she wanna play Fukumean
When I hit from the back, make her holla’, Free Thug

Holla’ Free Thug, holla’ Free Thug, b!tch
Yeah, you know what I’m sayin’
When I hit from the back, I make her holla’, Free Thug, y’know what I’m sayin’
And it be soundin’ just like this, and all you do is you just hell screamin’ Free Thug
Yeah

Twenty-one shots on my Glock, huh, three hunnid block on my Goyard, mm
Kick my cousin out my car, why you can’t get in here You ain’t got no ride, p**sy
She pulled up on me and my videoshoot with a plate of hot food and a bl0wjob, huh
I got back to work, sweat comin’ out my shirt
I been in her all day, b!tch, I go hard
And I don’t even like to play tough with a b!tch-ass n**ga, if I have the low hand, I pull yo’ card
And f**k around and play the hard way and [tunk] out
These n**gas runnin’ out of balls, they gon’ punk out
I kicked her with a lil’ broad and we hung out
Then back to the streets with her, streets threw her back to me
I threw a two in NFL, n**ga, everybody clappin’ the flea-flicker, what’s happenin’ with me, n**ga

You know what I’m sayin’, I say, I say
I threw the b!tch to the streets
Streets threw her back to me
Then I threw it to NFL, n**ga, like a flea-flicker
You know, that might go over your head
Y’know what I mean, you know
.. f**ked up for the football ..
You know, football season just started
F**k you mean

This year, I’m goin’, I’m goin’ for the Ravens, by the way
Y’know I’m sayin’, I’m f**kin’ with my boy Odell
Y’know what I mean
In the highest paid motherf**kin’ quarterback
In, in, in NFL history
I don’t know, I think I’m incorrect on that
So I’m probably gon’ take that out, but, you know
You know
F**k you mean
B!tch, Baby
F**k you mean…

➤ Written by Dababy
DaBaby | 2023

Lyrics Peaches & Eggplants (Freestyle) – DaBaby

I’m into nasty b!tches
Don’t even ask me, just grab it
Pull that b!tch out, I’m up in traffic with it
Trying my best not to crash
‘Cause this in her mouth
She ain’t got patience with me
She like f**k this sh!t bae
If we crash that car you went out
Today I pulled out SRT
If I crash it is one of my cheaper cars

How many you got, like 13
If I’m out in that hellcat, I ride with that pff
Don’t say nun’, you know what I mean
Girl you know you got too much a*s
I know that thang prolly can’t go in them jeans
When I get off the road, I’m trying to see how that go
Can we f**k on the floor, on our knees
If I get in there, I kill that p**sy

Promise that you ain’t gon’ go to Police
I’m from charlotte, I used to pull up in a rental
And sell bows of frontal, no grease
Anytime I got locked, I ain’t never called my momma
I always left door with my freak
Tell her go pay her bonnet, go get my Apollo
And park on the side of fourth street
They can pop out and pop it, I really had summons

I went to court three times a week n**ga, yeah
Was really that one as a street n**ga, yeah
Been had the guns before rap n**ga, yeah
Keep that b!tch on me, I sleep with it, hm
Paranoid, watch how you creep
I shoot this b!tch straight through my 10, I ain’t cheap
Glock 23 in my hand, when I drive got a ARP
Sitting on the passenger seat
I don’t reload I’m switchin’ ’em

Shoot this b!tch out my door, while I’m sitting in it
My d!ck gon’ be the shovel
I tell her lay her fine a*s on the floor while I dig in it
Imma leave a lil puddle
F**king these lil n**gas b!tches, 4L
I had went and got me some little money
I brought my big bro a corvette with no L’s
You can ask my homeboy mommas that knew me
When I was growing up, all my hustle was hell
You can ask my momma, she’ll vouch
Ever since second grade baby had something to sell
Make em turn the music down, in front of the house

Gotta control all y’all traffic, n**ga
I was the food with that trappin’
I can show you what to do with that plastic n**ga
Now I get loot off of rapping n**ga, like uh

Boaw, boaw, boaw..
DaBaby…

➤ Written by DaBaby
Produced by Coupe
DaBaby | 2023