SOCKS Lyrics – DaBaby
… county 911 what’s the address
Sir is there any serious bleeding
I said yes bro
Ok Is he completely alert?
Is he what?
Is he completely alert?
Do you hear him? Do you not hear this man bro?
Sir I’m askin you is he completely alert?
He’s neutralized
Are you with him now?
He’s neutralized until you guys get here
Uh, yeah, yeah, ***
I end up hitting that *** with my socks
(Oh lord, Jetson made another one)
Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that *** with my socks
Popping *** how I pop it, uh
Riding around with that Glock, yeah
Talking *** like my mama
Ready to hit like my pops
Come *** around with me, *** around with me, you gone *** around, get shot
I ain’t giving warnings to niggas, I’m stepping
Pull out that forty on niggas and Uh
Pull out that forty on niggas and bless ’em
If you good with the lord then I’ll send you to Heaven
If not go to hell lil ***
Trigger happy, Imma drop shells lil ***
Bond money, we don’t *** with jail lil ***
Anybody ’round me pay the bail and go get ’em
Hope that hating *** working out, the black and the white people all on my *** ’cause I’m versatile
It’s Baby, that *** you heard about
I *** on her, she a squirter now
I like how she talk, I’m in love with her
I’m kidding, say whatever to get that lil kitty
Niggas ever ain’t tripping on ***
Take this bread and go get me a glizzy
*** ***, get money, got it tatted on my thighs
I see every time a *** shitting
Except the ones that caught the pounds like my first baby mama
And still my lil gangsta give me remy
***, I been player, niggas silly
If she come earning some stripes, I might let her spend the night
Keeping on one of my Nikes, freaking three hoes like a ***
Yeah, yeah
Getting into it with one shoe on
Hitting that *** with my socks
Popping *** how I pop it, uh
Riding around with that Glock, yeah
Talking *** like my mama
Ready to hit like my pops
Come *** around with me, *** around with me, you gone *** around and get shot
Watch how you talk to me, please, I get angry
I get angry like my brother G
I was little, I *** in the bed
Sleep head to toe with my big brother Reef
I don’t care how the *** I go out, I bet it won’t be ’bout no *** freak
When I said I go out, I ain’t talking ’bout dying
I ain’t leaving no sooner than seventy three
I pulled up Chevelle, that’s a seventy two
I do everything way better than you
*** ass niggas, I ain’t caring what you do
*** ass ***, I ain’t scary Imma shoot
*** get missing, I ain’t caring if she cute
Nah for real, probably keep it too real
Ain’t no secret can’t keep my lil chill
Niggas gone eat *** just to keep that lil deal
Lost twenty million for keeping it real
***, I ain’t even tripping, I don’t give a ***, about no money
Long as I could take care of all my children
All of my nieces, nephews, mama, and cousins
They ain’t yelling free Dashmond then it’s *** ’em
I just shot my bae mama some money, and told her I love her I’m thuggin
Imma end up, getting into her with one shoe on
Hitting that *** with my socks
Popping *** how I pop it, uh
Riding around with that Glock, yeah
Talking *** like my mama
Ready to hit like my pops
Come *** around with me, *** around with me, you gone *** around and get shot