Joggers (Explicit)

Joggers (Explicit) - DaBaby/Stunna 4 Vegas

Lyrics by：DaBaby/Anthony Mosley/Stunna 4 Vegas

Composed by：DaBaby/Anthony Mosley/Stunna 4 Vegas

I keep tryna pull up my pants uh-huh

I got thirty thousand in my joggers mmh

I got the pistol on the flight the flight

I just flew out to LA from Charlotte

That b***h ain't get s**t from Christmas she naughty hah

In the car with her head down she noddin'

And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it

'Til I put this four-five on his noggin

F**k all that talkin' just put a few mil' on

The table and give me a pen and I'm signin' B***h

I just cut off my b***h why

'Cause you ain't really with me be honest

She know I'm a motherf**kin' pimp she don't get steak and shrimp

B done took a lil' b***h to Mcdonalds

Put a bag on your motherf**kin' head better watch what you said

On my motherf**kin' pics and my comments b***h

In the four I'm a motherf**kin' giant huh

A king like a motherf**kin' lion yeah

Oh these lil' n***as act like they want that uh-huh

We gon' slide in your DM's we slidin'

Better call up the homicide unit

I make 'em pull out yellow tape with the sirens

They gon' make me come set this b***h off

When I pull that b***h

Out it's too late to say sorry uh-uh

N***as thought I was p***y

'Cause they heard me singin' to b***hes like YK Osiris hah

I got my mind on my money

Let's run up some motherf**kin' commas yeah

Let's go to the motherf**kin' bank haha

B***h I'm from Charlotte we blank blank

Mama told me to pull up my pants why

Got them racks on me mama I can't huh

I keep tryna pull up my pants

I got thirty thousand in my joggers yeah

I got the pistol on the flight uh-huh

I just flew out to LA from Charlotte

That b***h ain't get s**t from Christmas she naughty hmm

In the car with her head down she noddin' hmm

And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it

'Til I put this four-five on his noggin

Uh I keep tryna pull up my pants uh

This big 40 hangin' out my joggers uh

I grew up around them apartments

Now I'm in LA like a dodger ooh

Won't beef over tweets

I send my young n***a walk down on your a*s

Like he stalkin' get him out of there

Uh leave him fresh to death in a coffin uh

I'm on Runtz from cookie I'm coughin' uh

Always up like I'm booted on molly boot

These lil' n***as 12 they talkin' F**k

They can't keep up stunna a problem

I can't keep these b***hes off me godd**n

Yeah we bringin' eyes in the party

Make him play with that stick on him 'til he say sorry

F**k who I beg your pardon what

Won't cop pleas when s**t get started Nope

I keep tryna pull up my pants

This big pistol hangin' out my joggers wow

She eat dick when I land

Hit from the back she call me her father ooh

For my bro I'll take the stand

Hand on the bible and lie to your honor

Big dawg you lil' n***as is toddlers

On the way to the show in

The Sprinter with choppers

I keep tryna pull up my pants

I got thirty thousand in my joggers yeah

I got the pistol on the flight uh-huh

I just flew out to LA from Charlotte

That b***h ain't get s**t from Christmas she naughty

In the car with her head down she noddin' hmm

And her boyfriend gon' act like he with it

'Til I put this four-five on his noggin