WAITRESS Lyrics – DaBaby
Yeah, uh
That ain’t the baby, that’s my baby
I’ma let the beat build on this one
Get that baby off the street
Man, *** all these niggas hatin’ on me
Yesterday, I *** a waitress
I came outside with my plate, she was waitin’ on me
***
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, man, *** all these niggas hatin’ on me (Yeah)
Yesterday, I *** a waitress
I came outside with my plate, she was waitin’ on me (Let’s go)
And y’all ain’t talkin’ ’bout ***
She be tellin’ me to smile when she ride my ***
Young *** goin’, keep beggin’ for a hit
He be sayin’ “Don’t argue, big bruh, put some paper on it”
Niggas worryin’ ’bout who greater
These niggas barely be makin’ a play-in
I’m in the playoffs, I brought ya’ bae in
***-ass niggas goin’ out like the Lakers, haters
Hatin’ *** keep lookin’, rookie
I’m pullin’ up like Booker, ***
Put that *** on my back like a throwback
Play with me ’cause I rap, get a toe tag
Yeah, ***, I’m havin’ more racks
This *** on the floor like a doormat
Yeah, we gon’ *** on the floor, she gon’ throw back
Yeah, ’bout to pull out a wig, need some more tracks
What I payed for the crib, ***, don’t ask
Just know that I own it, ***, Glock with a switch
Out with your ***, *** around with me, be ready
I’m tellin’ you, I’m on it, ***
(It’s Baby, they better be ready, I’m tellin’ you)
Man, *** all these niggas hatin’ on me (Yeah)
Yesterday, I *** the waitress
I came outside at my place, she was waitin’ on me (Let’s go)
And y’all ain’t talkin’ ’bout ***, she be tellin’ me to smile when she ride my ***
Young *** goin’
He be sayin’ “Don’t argue, big bro, put some paper on me
Y’all niggas better be ready for me
You ain’t gotta be scared, just be ready
DMX done played in Belly
I got that heat out, I go home Armageddon
I ain’t too rich to eat leftovers
Just told my B-M to heat up a plate of spaghetti
I tried to back up the Maybach
But it was too close to the Lambo’, the *** didn’t let me
I got my fire in my right pocket
I got my rod in my left pocket
I’m not no boy, I’m gon’ step harder
Beat yo’ lil’ ass like yo’ stepfather
I’m on the road, ***, I’m way better
I *** the same hoes as Floyd Mayweather
I hop on the road and go make cheddar
She ate my pole ’cause I taste better
Like, mm-hmm, like mm-hmm, like mm-hmm
Yeah, man, *** all these niggas hatin’ on me (Yeah)
Yesterday, I *** a waitress
I came outside with my plate, she was waitin’ on me (Let’s go)
And y’all ain’t talkin’ ’bout ***
She be tellin’ me to smile when she ride my ***
Young *** goin’, keep beggin’ for a hit
He be sayin’ “Don’t argue, big bruh, put some paper on it”
***, huh
*** all these niggas hatin’ on me
Go
