Baby on Baby Out Now Freestyle

Baby on Baby Out Now Freestyle
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Nigga, off the top, what the f*** you thought?
I ain't gotta wait to kick it
If a bitch want me, then the bitch gon' wait
I ain't gotta wait for bitches (Ha)
If I feel like playing I'ma play with my kid
I ain't finna play with niggas (Uh-uh)
And I got a gun for every room I got in my crib
You could say I stay with pistols (Bitch)
You could say that I stay with another ni*** bitch
You could tell if you play I'm clicking (Let's go)
You could tell that I'm nothing like none of these rappers
Everybody know Baby different (Yeah)
And no I'm not no muhfucking tough guy (Uh-huh)
But if you play with me, put 'em up high (Yeah)
My bitch, she got pretty skin and pretty eyes
She look just like TLC Left Eye (Uh-huh)
And I can't be fuc*** them hoes from my city
But if I do she from the Westside (The West)
And I can't be fuc*** you bitches for free
You gotta pay me hoe, I'm that fine (Ha)
We in this bitch, now we on that time
I don't gotta pay for the sauce so I stack mine (Yeah)
And I can wear sweatpants like every day
And take your bitch like 'that's mine' (Okay)
And you gon' go blow your shit on clothes and shit
But watch me invest mine (Uh-huh)
And I'ma show other niggas how to get some money
We ain't waiting on tax time (Talk to 'em)
And I ain't playing no mothafuckin' scratch off (Uh-huh)
I'm tryna go get me some money (Yeah)
Give jobs to my niggas, yeah, bitch, who the realest?
I ain't being stingy with money (Uh-huh)
I told 'em I'm Pac of the new shit (Pac)
You could reach in my pockets a new blue shit (Yeah)
And Baby on Baby out now
When my shit come on everybody like, 'Who this?' (Who)
I know they gon' copy the flavor
I ain't really tripping, lil' ni*** I do this (Uh-huh)
Pull up to the scene with a new hoe (She new)
Them fifties all pink like they Nuvo (Huh)
Them diamonds be dancing like Bruno (Mars)
Tell Future to meet me on Pluto (Yeah)
Tell your bitch to meet me in Miami
I need a vacation (Ah), I'm tryna bring two hoes (Ah)
Fuck around and come back with a J.Lo
I'm strapped like them niggas on Halo (Yeah, yeah)
My sauce ain't easy to copy, yeah they try to jock it (Huh)
Can't do what I do though (Huh)
I could've dropped Baby on Baby and let that shit rock
But f*** that, I ain't full though (Uh, uh)
Yeah, bitch, I'm still hungry, I need more (Eat)
I take that back in and play CeeLo (Huh)
They like my CD, it's on repeat (Yeah)
She clean up the dick (Uh), she a neat freak (Mmm)
And you lookin' at the best mothafuckin' rapper in his face when you see me, ni***

The best mothafuckin' rapper, ni***
I got 20 on my beat
Yeah, f*** you talkin' about, ni***
DaBaby, yeah, Baby Jesus
Baby on Baby out now, hardest shit out right now (Fuck)
Better than all that shit
Fuck what these niggas talkin' 'bout
Better than all that shit, the hardest shit out
Baby on Baby, ni***
You see what I'm sayin'?
Better than all that shit, I'm the best muhfuckin' rapper
Put me in the room with any muthafuckin' rapper
You know
Yeah, yeah, ni***
Fuck to talkin' 'bout, we in there now
And I'm-I'm just gonna drop this
I'm just gonna chill, chill
Fuckin' with Baby, keep rockin'
Baby on Baby out now
I'm a chill
Huh
Baby on Baby freestyle
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
I got 20 on my beat