Talk About It Lyrics

DaBaby

Blame It On Baby

Lyrics to Talk About It
Wheezy outta here
Let's go

My uncle taught a nigga how to hustle
My momma taught me how to use a rubber (Okay)
I was six year old, tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let's go)
I done broke a lot of records in the year now
Grammy nominated nigga, bitches lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a jit
I still open fire on a nigga, make him get down (Get down, get down)

Yeah, bitch, who you seen a nigga do it like Baby? (Uh, uh)
Big chain, I'm solo in this bitch
Glock .45, AP and four braces (Let's go)
I just spent three million on the crib (Three Ms)
And now a nigga beat out a stint for a baby (No cap)
Prolly never met a nigga like me
Really 'bout whatever, fuck everybody like the base, the bop
You might have a point but I ain't finna argue with you
Won't go back and forth, I'll beat the shot
I'm in the studio, I got my daughter with me
In a Fendi dress, she rockin' diamonds, I'm giant
Light show, nigga (Let's go), hit me up, I got my ice on nigga
I be signin' million dollar deals with my fingertips on Eastside
But fuck it, I don't phone niggas
I'm that nigga that I'm talkin' 'bout (Wheezy outta here)

My uncle taught a nigga how to hustle
My mother taught me how to use a rubber (Okay)
I was six year old, tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let's go)
I done broke a lot of records, in the year now
Grammy nominated nigga, bitches lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a 'git
I still open fire on a nigga, make him get down (Get down, get down)
My uncle taught a nigga how to hustle
My mother taught me how to use a rubber (Okay)
I was six year old, tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let's go)
I done broke a lot of records, in the year now
Grammy nominated nigga, bitches lit now (Turn me up, ho)
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a 'git (Turn me up)
I still open fire on a nigga, make him get down (Yeah, yeah)

Four years for the New Year (2020)
Twenty on the Louis, twenty thousand for a jet I never board
Everybody in the county treat a nigga like the truth (Giant)
I drip down every time a nigga move
Like God, YSL, see a pussy, seat two
The media believin' 'em, they wanna see me go back
Rich nigga can't rob a broke nigga, and you know that
Locked a nigga up in Southern Florida like he Kodak
Put a million dollars in my motherfuckin' toe bag
They think I like to fight until a nigga get a toe tag (Boom)
Hang his jersey up and shoot his throwback (Let's go)
Police, ain't know me, they don't wanna see me go
Pretty ass smile like my motherfuckin' mother
All these niggas know is hustle, I'm a million dollar nigga
Got to stay up out of trouble, I'm the realest nigga in it
Let me talk about it (Wheezy outta here)

My uncle taught a nigga how to hustle
My mother taught me how to use a rubber (Okay)
I was six year old, tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let's go)
I done broke a lot of records, in the year now
Grammy nominated nigga, bitches lit now
I was tryna tell 'em I was special as a 'git
I still open fire on a nigga, make him get down (Get down, get down)