[Intro]

On these niggas head, they got a migraine

Fuck her brains out, won't call her back, I'm playin' mind games (Please say DaBaby)

On these niggas head, they got a migraine (That's—, that's—, that's—, that's—)

Fuck her brains out, won't call her back, I'm playin' mind games (Please say DaBaby)

[Verse 1]

On these niggas head, they got a migraine

Fuck her brains out, won't call her back, I'm playin' mind games (That's—, that's—, that's—, that's—)

Might wanna plan they funeral, thinkin' 'bout takin' my chain

Niggas won't need no ambulance, fuckin' around wit' my aim

Leavin' a nigga D.O.A., nigga want me to squabble up

Won't even let him throw a punch, gon' punch Ali, and shot him up

Rest in peace to Muhammad Ali, steppin', yeah, when I hop on a beat

You better go get the hottest for me, in the Tesla truck, wit' a chop on the seat

I just left LA on business

I had a couple meetings, everywhere I had a pistol

No manners for no sluts, so I don't care and I don't listen

I fuck her good and pull out all her hair, but I don't kiss her (That's—, that's—, that's—, that's—)

Turn on the music, it make you dance

Glock .40, Ruger, tucked in my pants

Nigga play wit' Baby, shot the party up

New York for a couple days, I flew into LaGuardia

The bitch don't play no basketball, her dude is fuckin' guardin' her (That's—, that's—)

I think he's scared of losin' her, I choose her, then she's outta' there (That's—, that's—, that's—, that's—)

Prada frames look just like the glasses Harry Potter wear

Cuban link look just like the collar that a dog'll wear

You can see I'm only top five and they don't gotta' care

Stupidly, livin' in they delusion (That's—, that's—, that's—)

Baby just keep on givin' it to 'em, get in on all they confusion

The shit I could lay wit' Luka, it ain't no way that we losin'

Don't even gotta' convince me that you crazy, I ain't movin'

They gon' have a snowstorm in LA 'fore they play, and I'll sh—

[Verse 2]

On these niggas head, they got a migraine

Fuck her brains out, won't call her back, I'm playin' mind games

Might wanna plan they funeral, thinkin' 'bout takin' my chain

Niggas won't need no ambulance (Yeah, yeah), fuckin' around wit' my aim (Yeah)

Leavin' a nigga D.O.A., nigga want me to squabble up

Won't even let him throw a punch, gon' punch Ali, and shot him up

Rest in peace to Muhammad Ali, steppin', yeah, when I hop on a beat (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You better go get the hottest for me, in the Tesla truck, wit' a chop on the seat

I just left LA on business

I had a couple meetings, everywhere I had a pistol

No manners for no sluts, so I don't care and I don't listen

I fuck her good and pull out all her hair, but I don't kiss her

Turn on the music, it make you dance

Glock .40, Ruger, tucked in my pants

Nigga play wit' Baby, shot the party up

New York for a couple days, I flew into LaGuardia

The bitch don't play no basketball, her dude is fuckin' guardin' her

I think he's scared of losin' her, I choose her, then she's outta' there

Prada frames look just like the glasses Harry Potter wear

Cuban link look just like the collar that a dog'll wear (That's—, that's—)

You can see I'm only top five and they don't gotta' care (That's—, that's—)

Stupidly, livin' in they delusion (That's—, that's—, that's—)

Baby just keep on givin' it to 'em, get in on all they confusion

The shit I could lay wit' Luka, it ain't no way that we losin'

Don't even gotta' convince me that you crazy, I ain't movin'

They gon' have a snowstorm in LA 'fore they play, and I'll shoot 'em

[Outro]

Nigga, squabble up, shot 'em up (Nigga)

Squabble up, uh-uh, shot 'em up

Squabble up, nigga, shot 'em up

Squabble up, uh, shot 'em up