Bidness

[Chorus: DaBaby]
Backwood stuffed with a .35 when I creep out
Probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her one time and forget her
Sweat when we fuckin', work out like it's fitness
We ain't goin' steady, try not to catch feelings
She tryna start rappin', she want her a feature (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
I ain't into mixin' my hoes with my business

[Verse 1: DaBaby]
Plus I got my own bitch at home, I be chillin'
I can't even lie, I be feelin' alone even when in a room full of niggas
Devil play with my mind for a long enough time, now he don't even know how I'm livin'
Had to give it to God and went got on my grind and I turned up all on these niggas
Plus I stay with that iron, I'm Baby, don't pay me no mind
Told the bitch play with SEGA, don't play with my mind
Take DaBaby away, I'm still Jon, that lil' nigga gon' stay on his grind
I got all the way up out the mud 'fore I got here, they ain't really want me to shine
Plus, I ain't ever think I was like one of you niggas, I been this way since I was five
Thank God I passed it along to my daughter, her confident qualities
She only three, got a whole 'nother beautiful daughter
They look like each other, can't wait 'til the day that they meet
I knew it was room at the table for me to get somethin', so I turned up and got me a seat
Just to get what they want, they gon' say that they love you
You gotta be patient and watch how they creep
Took the diamonds off all of my teeth
Won't let them put me in a box, mama bought the Reeboks 'cause them bitches was cheap
First day of school, we had new soldier Ree's
When I'm talkin' to God only time on my knees
Even while on your knees with your hands in the air, police shootin' before they say freeze
'Nother piece of us dead on the streets

[Chorus: DaBaby]
Backwood stuffed with a .35 when I creep out
Probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her one time and forget her
Sweat when we fuckin', work out like it's fitness
We ain't goin' steady, try not to catch feelings
She tryna start rappin', she want her a feature
I ain't into mixin' my hoes with my business

[Verse 2: Toosii]
I ain't into mixin' my hoes with my business
You gotta believe me, all this ain't easy
Tell a fuck ho, "Get out," if she ever think that she don't need me
I touched the look on my watch, now it's two-tone
Watch you think be the chance I could juke on
Know I'm flyer than a bird, I be fly with the words
I'll fuck 'round, shit on your tombstone
Back to the basics, I ain't buyin' no ASICS
I told gang, "Grow weed 'fore he cop from a nigga"
'Cause these niggas be hatin', he know that they'll fuck 'round and lace it
Out in New York, still fly with the pole, young nigga flyer than a ho
I be one-deep, numbers, four-deep, put Forgis on the rims, then I go slide with your ho
But excuse me? I never ain't asked for this lifestyle
They get scared, know we shoot when them pipes out
The police tell him freeze with his hands up
He go pull his pants up, damn, now he lights out
My mama treat me like a veteran
My brother think that I'm ahead of him
I tell him just 'cause I got all the money, I ain't actin' funny
He the reason I'm better than shit that I used to be
I took an OnlyFans bitch, turned her into a star
Yeah, right, nigga, gotta get used to me
I give a damn 'bout a ho 'cause the last bitch I fucked with, she ended up usin' me
I know she mad that she ended up losin' me
I know she mad that the lil' bitch a fool to me
I been had it, baby, none of this new to me
Better think twice 'fore you think about usin' me

[Chorus: DaBaby, DaBaby & Toosii]
Backwood stuffed with a .35 when I creep out
Probably throwin' peace signs out the window
I'm busy, I ain't got time for pretendin'
Yeah, hit her one time and forget her
Sweat when we fuckin', work out like it's fitness
We ain't goin' steady, try not to catch feelings
She tryna start rappin', she want her a feature
I ain't into mixin' my hoes with my business

[Outro: DaBaby]
Plus I got my own bitch at home, I be chillin', I ain't really pressed for no bitches
I know you ain't callin' yourself a real nigga, upset cause you pressed for a picture
I know that they ten steps behind on a few of my gifts and they don't really get it
They know if they touch one of mine, I'ma air this bitch out
I put that on Miss Linda