Big Mama (Freestyle) Lyrics – DaBaby

Till some time, I got my mind straight
All alone, I got it
B, let’s do it, shout out loud too
You know what I’m saying, this is the perfect beat for me to demonstrate on
Been doing your thing, girl, yeah, took some time, but I got my mind straight
All along, but now I’ve got a big release, Drake with 14 songs on the 27th
How is this even a mixtape?
I’ve been trying to vibe to other rappers’ music, baby, but I just can’t
I appreciate the ones who held it down for me, forget the others who didn’t wait
You know me, I stand my ground, never backing down
I drag them across a hater’s face
Now they’ve got to see me
Used to wonder why that dude always looked funny every time he saw me out
Caught his girlfriend watching me on TV, tried to throw the TV out
I guess he’s got an anger problem
He found out I’ve been thinking about you
He must not know that you’ve been hanging around me
You’re as sweet as syrup, call you my Queen
I’mma pay for the black truck to take you and your girls home
So you can take the bottle, drink till it’s over
I just told the driver to call me when you’re in the house
I know it’s lit
Asking me if I’m going to be there—uh-uh, baby girl, I’ll see you later
You must’ve thought I was like those other dudes
The ones before you
You need some paper
Any dude talking about me when I’m not around, tell him he’s a hater
Make him understand, write it down, go get a sheet of paper
Jonathan is such a handsome dude, got manners when he speaks to ladies
I don’t see how you can hate him
A man who ain’t working says she needs a baby
You’ve been standing on the building, staying in the house
You told your mama, “Keep the babies”
Yeah, the ladies are stepping out tonight
Mess around, let me pop tonight
Mess around, you can take a shot tonight
I’mma leave this right here
Might not even park it right
Ain’t the type to hide
I’m the type to confront it, start the fight
I can see it in your eyes, the way you’re looking
I ain’t brought a knife, but you know I got the banger with me
Pray to God to show me the ones who ain’t for me
Not anybody hanging with me
Clutching hard, you know I’ve got more than one on me
They’re going to need the Navy with me
It’s the real deal, fully loaded with me
Don’t care about how bullies are looking
I’m the type to turn a bully
Even if he thought he could stand up to me
Put him back in his place
Go check the stats
I ain’t bragging about my old achievements
At the end of the month, I’m getting back on you
Look at you crazy, pull out my gun
Why would you even come here without permission?
Since I’m back in school, I ain’t even out because I got the tool
Still standing, I didn’t drop my guard
I was trying to be cool
Talked to my brother in heaven
First time I robbed someone, I was trying to be like you
She tried to keep it casual, wouldn’t let me in the first night
Baby girl was trying to be cute
She tried again the next night
I played it off
I looked like, “I’m sorry, who are you? I don’t think we’ve met”
I’m the one who turned this around, and they hated
Didn’t have to ride with those people to make it
No one messes with me
Stop playing
Somebody go find Big Tigger
This that rap session in the basement
This that “go ahead and make your move”
You’re going to see the mess right there on the pavement
You don’t know what I know, if you’ve seen what I’ve seen
Ain’t like this, you know what I mean
Still fighting cases from 2019
Standing on business, my nephew looks up to me
I tell him, “Those kids ain’t got the moves like me”
I’m telling him he better appreciate the struggle
You watched me do everything
Watch how I hustle, watch how I love you and all your cousins
Look at what matters—all that other stuff looks cool, but it ain’t about nothing
This is your daddy, you already know your little brother is wild
I’mma show them what’s happening
Dropping the mixtape at the end of the month
Should’ve made it an album, but I’m back on them
Telling you, how is this even a mixtape?