No Compadre

DaBaby

Boy, I'm tryna tell you

Fuck it, go in off the muscle
Niggas never love you
Don't respect your hustle
Every time they see you, dap you up in public
Second that you turn your
Back, they all like, "Fuck you"
What the fuck wrong with these niggas?
I wouldn't even get on a
Song with these niggas
You might as well go put
A thong on these niggas
I smell the perfume or
Cologne on these niggas
Ah, time to turn up in the city
I pull up broad day with that choppa
Let's get it these niggas act like they
Can't get they issue
Bring Swerve out the cut and I
Send him to get you
Pull up like, "Who wanna see me?"
Try me if you don't believe me
I got 'em like, "Who Baby Jesus?
The one that cashed out on
That new yellow Beamer?"
No play-play, no play-play, I'm bustin'
I'm 'bout whatever
Won't back down from nothin'
Perfected my craft, exercising my muscle
Two guns in the club
Kill the first nigga touch me
That's why I be chilling
And minding my business
I'm half-way retarded, my mind is the sickest
Welcome to Charlotte, and this how we livin'
From East to the West
Better be 'bout your business
In North to the South, fuck around
Get your issue
Re-up in Charlotte then come with your pistol
Don't leave it in the car
I bring it in here with me
Please don't get me started 'cause
I don't like quittin'
On I85 blowing smoke out the window
Vroom, I'm Ricky Bobby
I send hit's like Boosie
The first nigga try me, I pay for the bodies
Just call me John Gotti, yeah
It ain't shit to send a hit
Send a DM on the Gram, hit your bitch
Got a MAC-11, 32 in the clip
Keep a 45 with 15 shots off the hip
Pocket monster, we strapped up in the VIP
Fuck the security
We in the club with them pistols
Catch him slipping
Go knock the mug off a nigga
Ask what happened, "Sorry, I do not remember
" damn
Know how we do in the fold (Charlotte)
No pressure, I know what do wit' your ho
Bet I make her feel special
I know what to tell her i sell her a dream
Let her put on my necklace
Then give her right back
Know I had to finesse her
Baby Jesus got more bitches than Elvis
You know I got 'em
Got me feeling like Welvin
You already know that all dogs go to heaven
All my dogs is some felons
Fuck the law, ain't no tellin'
I switched up the pace on the rental
Pull up on whoever, just tell me who want it
I'm flat about all the subliminal messages
My confirmation and niggas respect the shit
I go to work like a muhfuckin' Mexican
I'm so unimpressed with these niggas
I expected the best from these niggas
I'm disappointed, that's to say the least
Somebody wake me up, I'm on the way to sleep
I find it funny how these
Niggas changing on me
Like I didn't do this thing by my lonely
Like I ain't put work in, no handouts
I earned
It, please don't say my name, lil' nigga
You don't know me
I make it look easy, but don't get it
Twisted, you ain't built for this shit
I promise
I love getting money, I love getting pussy
And both of 'em come with
A whole lot of problems
I'm the future of rap in my city
Not to mention I'm known to
Fuck up some commas
What you niggas know about
Taking niggas money just
To go and give it to your mama?
If I love you, I will never let
You struggle, I'll give you my last
Know I got ya
And it's Baby Jesus, you already know it, ayy

Trivia about the song No Compadre by DaBaby

When was the song “No Compadre” released by DaBaby?
The song No Compadre was released in 2015, on the album “So Disrespectful”.

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