TOES (feat. Lil Baby & Moneybagg Yo) - DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

I'm tryna get it lil baby I'm tryna get it Know you think I'm out doing other shit but baby I'm tryna get at it Aye let me do me for real She calling the phone, all in her feelings Wanna ask me where I'm at aye look bae you tripping See I'm coming in a late or I might not come in Cause I'm tryna turn your Honda Accord, into a Benz Aye I'm tryna get it lil baby, I'm tryna get it Aye I'm tryna get it lil baby, I'm tryna get it Aye I'm tryna get it lil baby, I'm tryna get it Aye I'm tryna get it lil baby, aye I'm tryna get it You know I like spending lil baby So I gotta get it lil baby Never had shit all you know is get it when you come up from the trenches lil baby Sending texts thinking I'm fucking off with other bitches she crazy Take the R out of free you get fee if I do fuck with them just know they gone pay me I'm bout to stretch a whole 9 i ain't lying I'm bout to whip it like slavery I'm trynna get it swear to God it's M.O.B fuck some ass and titties I'm on the money like the words on it just let me do me you gone be happy You got a hustle and I got a hustle we can't lose so baby let's get at it I count the money while you roll the trees up, this a push button put the keys up Making plays in the farm field, girl you in the presence of a real one Why you get mad when I say I got shit to take care of, got no time for the movies Getting to that gwala, that mula but you think I'm out fuckin with groupies She calling the phone, all in her feelings Wanna ask me where I'm at aye look bae you tripping See I'm coming in a late or I might not come in Cause I'm tryna turn your Honda Accord, into a Benz Aye I'm tryna get it lil baby, I'm tryna get it Aye I'm tryna get it lil baby, I'm tryna get it Aye I'm tryna get it lil baby, I'm tryna get it Aye I'm tryna get it lil baby, aye I'm tryna get it Just to show you how I'm living ride with me to serve the city Really don't want you around that type of lifestyle too dangerous and risky But you got licenses fuck a ticket I got straps fuck the envy We dropping off and picking up (what?) Bags with the cash in it Girl why the fuck is you tripping? You rocking the latest fashion baby, you need to be grateful, that shit didn't fall a tree I got it from smashing baby If you don't trust me then don't fuck with me, ain't got time for the nonsense Gettin' on my nerves with that mad, fuck around and get left in the past tense (bitch) Arguing every single day ain't with it I'm keep that shit one hunnit like Benji or the emoji Real talk ain going like a freak hoe some shit ain't I know it Arguing every single day ain't with it I'm keep that shit one hunnit like Benji or the emoji Real talk ain't going like a freak hoe some shit ain't I know it She calling the phone, all in her feelings Wanna ask me where I'm at aye look bae you tripping See I'm coming in a late or I might not come in Cause I'm tryna turn your Honda Accord, into a Benz Aye I'm tryna get it lil baby, I'm tryna get it Aye I'm tryna get it lil baby, I'm tryna get it Aye I'm tryna get it lil baby, I'm tryna get it Aye I'm tryna get it lil baby, aye I'm tryna get it

(DrumGod) Baby I like my dope clean, don't put no cut on it (no cut nigga) Like my bitches bad with a butt on her (ass on her) The car came with no miles, I'm the only owner (I just copped this) I'ma have to zip him if he cut some corners (X him out) Pockets full of blues, she got no choice but to choose (nope) Saint Laurent my shoes, she say my demeanor rude (and?) If I hit your wifey, that's gon' cause a family feud (whoa) I come out on top my nigga, I win, I can't lose (no sir) Yup, crab and noodles, I'm eatin' crustaceans (paradise on my vacation) My life real and I can't fake it (my life trill and I ain't do that) Damn, my bitch bad, but she act basic (my bitch bad, but she act stupid) We let off shots, you call a flagrant Who got popped up, don't leave no statement All I heard was he didn't make it (nope) She got me to herself and leaked all your information (no way) So I know what you goin' through, your bank account look vacant (empty) That's like lookin' at a fat bitch when she get naked, ugh Flexin' for the 'Gram, you ain't even got no paper to flex with I ran up a check bitch, now they watchin' me like Netflix (look at me) All my diamonds water, don't get fried, I tote fish sticks (big sticks) Fully loaded SIG, when it spit, it don't miss shit (mushy) I like my dope clean, don't put no cut on it (no cut nigga) Like my bitches bad with a butt on her (ass on her) The car came with no miles, I'm the only owner (I just copped this) I'ma have to zip him if he cut some corners (X him out) Pockets full of blues, she got no choice but to choose (nope) Saint Laurent my shoes, she say my demeanor rude (and?) If I hit your wifey, that's gon' cause a family feud (whoa) I come out on top my nigga, I win, I can't lose Baby Hellcat, thousand horsepowers, got it geeked up Heard your baby mama play with powder, get her geeked up Heard that they want smoke, but we too loud, they need to speak up 'Nother two hundred every weekend, they can't keep up I was just sittin' in the prison with my phone out Movin' like a boss, send a hit, get him dome called Now I'm on the streets gettin' money, it's the same thing Everywhere I go, don't matter the city, I let my chain hang Post your life savings on your page, nigga you a dub Magic City Monday, nigga trippin', probably threw a dub Could've hit your bitch, but I didn't nigga, you a scrub I be sippin' red by the pint, but I fuck with cuz I like my dope clean, don't put no cut on it (no cut nigga) Like my bitches bad with a butt on her (ass on her) The car came with no miles, I'm the only owner (I just copped this) I'ma have to zip him if he cut some corners (X him out) Pockets full of blues, she got no choice but to choose (nope) Saint Laurent my shoes, she say my demeanor rude (and?) If I hit your wifey, that's gon' cause a family feud (whoa) I come out on top my nigga, I win, I can't lose (no sir) BGE the logo, we got choppers like Sacario They just caught you loafing at the Krogers, now you gotta go FaceTime me like it's a match, don't hit me back You play with the gang, your shit go splat, just got whacked

Tay Keith, this too hard (Tay Keith, this too hard) Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up I don't got a heart, but fuck it I'm paid Lil' A-B the body, he fresh out the cage I'm still the same nigga from minimum wage They tryna keep up, so they stalkin' my page They do what I say, they tryna get saved They line up for me like they coppin' the J's I told her get right, start acting your age, can't believe you tried it Bitch, you played Wanted a diamond choker, soon as our time was over Bitch, you played She wanna ride the Rover, told her her Uber was closer Bitch, you crazy She tried to show out in public, I cut the bitch off like it's nothin' Bitch, you played She must've thought I was stupid I knew she was fuckin' my cousin I don't got a cold, I'm sipping on Hi-Tech The Dusse, the yellow, I'm straight out the project The first nigga play with me, he got shot at A hunnid some shots flipped the car, that's a car wreck I really don't need to be speaking on it But fuck it, you know how it be when I get (what) High off the motherfucking medicals (up there) Get in the booth, and go federal (federal) They copying my style, I had to go get that (gimme that) That boy give my motherfucking shit back She wanna chill, but this ain't no kick back (hurr) Pass it to my teammate, I assist that Straight to the jet, then I'm gone (gone) Land in a new time zone (outta there) All the hoes press niggas, lookin' skressed They can't accept that I'm on I don't got a heart, but fuck it I'm paid Lil' A-B the body, he fresh out the cage I'm still the same nigga from minimum wage They tryna keep up, so they stalkin' my page They do what I say, they tryna get saved They line up for me like they coppin' the J's I told her get right, start acting your age, can't believe you tried it Bitch, you played Wanted a diamond choker, soon as our time was over Bitch, you played She wanna ride the Rover, told her her Uber was closer Bitch, you crazy (crazy) She tried to show out in public, I cut the bitch off like it's nothin' Bitch, you played (yeah) She must've thought I was stupid, I knew she was fuckin' my cousin Bitch, you played She out here wildin', tellin' her friends I'm buyin' her, flyin' her Bitch, you childin' I never mind 'em, I'm getting mine I'm one of the flyest, got no stylist Pop my shit, Rolls truck my driver Racks like books ain't been no college VS my teeth, I come through smilin' Brand new Lamb', we come through wildin' Couldn't get it up, now this shit just pilin' Everybody drip, turn the hood to a island Last name rich, first name notoriety That ain't my hit, can't claim that body That ain't my ho, damn sure ain't my side girl Wish I would take lil' ho shopping Soon as I do it it's foreign, I'm coppin' Still in the hood, I can never get cocky I don't got a heart, but fuck it I'm paid Lil' A-B the body, he fresh out the cage I'm still the same nigga from minimum wage They tryna keep up, so they stalkin' my page They do what I say, they tryna get saved They line up for me like they copping the J's I told her get right, start acting your age, can't believe you tried it Bitch, you played Wanted a diamond choker, soon as our time was over Bitch, you played She wanna ride the Rover, told her her Uber was closer Bitch, you crazy She tried to show out in public, I cut the bitch off like it's nothing Bitch, you played She must've thought I was stupid, I knew she was fuckin' my cousin Bitch, you played

BJ on the beat, boy Why the temperature say 80 degrees And I'm the only one fuckin' cold in here? Maybe 'cause you're the only one with all these goddamn chains on You think? (Goddamn, BJ with another) 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Take a dub, get some 'woods from the store Actin' tough, put some wood on a hoe Plenty lumber, we be ridin' like some hunters In the jungle, in the neck of the woods with my bros Ask Patrol, I ain't never gon' fold When they go down, we gon' see who gon' froze And my chain on freeze Don't correct the way I speak, if I ain't fuckin' up my count Ayy, why you watching what I'm doin'? She took shots and won over Top I'm on a lap, but won't go overboard I'm feelin' her, she feelin' Lil Top He want someone else every time I get bored I'ma sin like I'm 'Sace, he play all the chords If you call out for help, I'll never ignore it Any diamond you want, I got caked up for it Wake up chasin' that money, we makin' up for it, yeah They wan' ride with the slime (Let's go) Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime She gon' take all the time for her to play with my mind She tryna fuck up my grind, ain't no way that nigga slime, ooh 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Car go, from a push of a button Gun go, from a look all of sudden I got money steady comin' as I'm spendin' every hundred Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna Why she dissin' on a nigga? I ain't stuntin' on a hoe I got money, I said, I can transform any hoe Make a bitch 4K Trey, I'ma learn me a hoe Cut the grass for the snakes 'til the lawn motor blow 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans For whoever tryna follow me (For whoever tryna follow me) In a safe location, close to sea (In a safe location, close to sea) Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally (Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally) Away from the drama It's just me and me and my 5th baby mama (5th baby mama) You don't want no problems Got that .45 up this bitch, that motor-stopper (That what Herm call it) They took red off the market, got six in the pint, for the 3K, I cop it Bought a watch like a 10K, the X what it sign for, I come out my pocket I had to make me some spiritual choices to knock off his noggin' I wanted some shit with more horses I went to the lot, had to widen the body Rich nigga shit, suck a rich nigga dick And don't tell nobody about it Cut you off like the hair on your twat Bitch, I got youngins, they ready to stop shit 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass BJ on the beat, boy (Goddamn, BJ with another one)

PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playing I'm that Smoke a blunt of strong, tell me, is you with that? I'm just tyna get to know you baby, tell me where you getting at (I been that) And I can take your pain to the Neverland Too busy being wild Roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Okay, I walk in Looking around like where am I at? I just see the girl who's stuck in my head Tried to stay away but she reelin' me in We could have fun for the whole weekend Gotta thank God for the big backend We just had a whole new pack came in I just went and bought new Chanel lense Went on tour and I got new fans Real deal slime, got diamonds on my hands Real shooter time, I just made a hundred bands Lost one friend and I gotta advance Young rich nigga need to buy me some land Real gold digger, she don't need no man She so thick and the tone of her skin Make a nigga wanna try dating again Oh Holly, I'm so sorry You my only friend I feel you right onside me I never want this for the end Your energy keep on calling I pick up It seems like I can't keep 'em off me Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Real street nigga, why they hatin' on me? Tell me why I got this pain inside of me I tried to leave the beef alone, yeah honestly But I've been leaving niggas dead inside the streets Ohh Got them friends tryna bait us I say "hell nah" I'm like Holly All these fuckin drugs that I'm on I got blood running down my arms I don't wanna be alone They fucking fake the shit they say, it only make me stronger Cut out the tops now your dawgs done went missin' We clear out the block with a stick and a Glizzy We cut off her hair when she tryna commit it Interviewed by reporters while sittin' in the Bentley They know I did it while I'm rapping 'bout killing Truth for my city, I'ma say how I feel They say that nigga got several convictions You know how I'm coming, you know how we living Smoke a blunt, a strong, tell me, is you with that? I'm just tyna get to know you baby, tell me where you getting at I been that and I can take your pain to the Neverland Too busy being who I am Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Okay

I need to talk to Mike Laury Hello? It's Mike Laury I'm runnin' and I'm runnin', yeah (Dubba-AA Flex) Uh, my mama slime, my sister slime, my brother slime My daddy slime, yeah, he slime (Louie Bandz made another one) Ayy, now how you wanna do it? (How you wanna do it, nigga?) I'm in here (What you on for?) Ayy, 4KTrey, you know, free D-Dawg, nigga I'm on that same shit, nobody safe, look (This is the sound) Let's go Boom, baow, pussy bitch, don't try to run now Fuck nigga ain't have his head on I'ma make sure that these niggas hear me through they headphones I've been cooling But these pussy bitches just won't leave me 'lone (Look) Crack you in your shit just to see what's on your mind, huh (Bitch) I'm YoungBoy, YB Kayla, YBN, she slime Police on my ass, gotta watch the way I'm slidin' He acting hype, them slimes roll down and ease his mind, and yeah I pull up acting in a four door You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but, boy, I'm solo And Meechie in the South but still'll come and kick your front door Bro geekin' off that soft, but wildin' out, bitch, if you don't know I'm telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas He think it's done, but that's his ass, I'm gon' get rid of you niggas At a show or anything, bitch, we gon' hit at you niggas I want 'em all, that's on my dawg, bitch, we gon' get at you niggas Peel your block and try to catch a nigga outside I'm thuggin' for real, I tell you, bitch, I cross the law line I'm 'bout mine, let's slang iron, Three run down with that Glock 9 Motherfuck if they clutchin', they all in trouble, I'ma bust mine Hold on, grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Pull on side him, dump a hundred in the car (Boom, baow) Catch you slippin', then you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh) This for Dump, behind him we dyin' hard (Uh) I go by top, get out your top, I draw the sword (Bitch, what up?) Everybody in here slimin' with a nigga, ayy They ain't on shit, they don't want no problem with a nigga, yeah These hoes ain't shit, I put a Remy on a pillow, yeah Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (Bitch, dumb) Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said? He joced off you about your ex and then he dead (That nigga dead) I'm bangin' green but I get mad and leave all red I been that nigga, you gon' get that through your head Bitch, yeah Grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Grew up in that fire He came out a slime He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah (You gon' die) (This is the sound) Don't give a fuck who come behind 'Cause bitch we slangin' iron Take his ass up top like high five Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, yeah (We gon' kill them too) Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round (Nah) 'Cause we gon' get them all (All) We ain't the ones to rep on bitch

(I got Hitman on the beat) Uh (Top, nigga) Spin it, don't compare me to these broke-ass niggas I ain't never blow the whistle Still see all my hoes official Know I control it by buyin' all the stolen pistols, yeah Can't tell me shit 'bout nothin' he said He'll leave you dead, I know my nigga We make hot, exotic rentals When you see that window roll down Don't fight back 'til that pole sound This KelTec could knock hoes down Bitch, get up out the way Youngin 16 That's who we got with the Drac' and he ain't got no aim Uh, frontin' that frrt and blowin' flames We gon' fight these cases with tactics, we don't give no names 4KTrey pallbearers, gravediggers, free Five, they got my slime in chains Talk 'nough rah-rah, niggas These niggas gon' die they touch my fuckin' chain Umm hmm Kickin' shit, umm hmm I hit that bitch, umm hmm I kick my stick, umm hmm I'm with that shit, that umm hmm Got hella bats, umm hmm Big-ass gats, umm hmm Foreign whips, umm hmm My bitch got a big old ass, umm hmm Ha-ha, laughin', but I'll shoot you in your shit, hold up, baow, baow Take her, then I turn up your lil' bitch, hold up, wow, wow I came with it, make her scrape this extra water on my wrist I got the money, I'm juggin', I'm bouncin' I'm bootin', know nothin' 'bout no juggernaut I got them youngins, them hitters Them killers, you know they gon' turn this shit up a notch I got your ho and she bootin' I buy her a booty, she take 'em all to your spot I put your bitch on a mission She comin' back with it, I buy her Chanel, uh Bitch, I crash out with that semi, they gon' call 12 Do the dash from them, skrrt We don't stop for nothin', skrrt Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt I'm a savage on these hoes I don't wait for nothin' We'll drive off for to split them on the road Kickin' shit, umm hmm I hit that bitch, umm hmm I kick my stick, umm hmm I'm with that shit, that umm hmm Got hella bats, umm hmm Big-ass gats, umm hmm Foreign whips, umm hmm My bitch got a big old ass, umm hmm Do the dash from them, skrrt We don't stop for nothin', skrrt Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt I'm a savage on these hoes I don't wait for nothin' We'll drive off for to split them on the road Hold up, umm hmm, I'm with that shit Umm hmm, I kick my stick

(It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back") Yeah, this Lil Top, nigga, huh You already know how I do it when I come I'ma spit some gangster shit to you You hear me? (Uh) Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine Jaz fed over these hoes, I ain't never grow into a man, yeah Four-five in my coat, try me at Coach, you know I'm sprayin' it This bitch plan on stayin' in my home, tryna find out where her man at All night, I drink lean with that bitch and pop Xanax Play with Top, nigga, have your Glock, nigga I come up straight from the block, me and Ten, we ran from cops, nigga Check out how I got that guap, baby, it won't stop, nigga Put switch on back of that Glock, hit him, have his body twitchin' Real gangster or a fake killer? Tell 'em, "Fuck with us" Had you front row at that funeral, nigga, wonderin' if we split 'em I ain't even squeeze that trigger, that's that fuckin' bag that hit him Four-door Magnum with a dirty .30, speedin' to the millions, bitch, get up with me Young rockstar, oh, my God I hope you out here late at night and got your right guide Ain't no surrender, kill the killers, we fill them eyes See street lights, that's a great way for the escape when it's late night Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it This is my testimony, yeah Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me Big .45 drum up on me with a beam I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me (Oh) Save my soul Oh, I miss my old self (yeah) Save my soul Man, this bitch ain't no help (It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back") Pull up in that Rolls, baby girl, I'm shinin', I'm shinin' I was broke, now, baby, I got money in my pockets Check my mama, bitch, I put them diamonds on her body What the problem? You know young nigga keep around a chopper Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it This is my testimony, yeah Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me Big .45 drum up on me with a beam I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me, no