Squabble up Lyrics – DaBaby

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[Intro]
On these n!ggas head, they got a migraine
Fu*k her brains out, won't call her back, I'm playing mind games (Please say DaBaby)
On these n!ggas head, they got a migraine (That's—, that's—, that's—, that's—)
Fu*k her brains out, won't call her back, I'm playing mind games (Please say DaBaby)

[Verse 1]
On these n!ggas head, they got a migraine
Fu*k her brains out, won't call her back, I'm playing mind games (That's—, that's—, that's—, that's—)
Might wanna plan they funeral, thinking 'bout taking my chain
N!ggas won't need no ambulance, fu*king around wit' my aim
Leaving a n!gga D.O.A, n!gga 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, stepping, 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 , so I don't care and I don't listen
I fu*k 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
N!gga play wit' Baby, shot the party up
New York for a couple days, I flew into LaGuardia
The b!tch don't play no basketball, her dude is fu*king guarding her (That's—, that's—)
I think he's scared of losing 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, living in they delusion (That's—, that's—, that's—)
Baby just keep on giving it to 'em, get in on all they confusion
The s*it I could lay wit' Luka, it ain't no way that we losing
Don't even gotta' convince me that you crazy, I ain't moving
They gon' have a snowstorm in LA 'fore they play and I'll sh—

[Verse 2]
On these n!ggas head, they got a migraine
Fu*k her brains out, won't call her back, I'm playing mind games

Might wanna plan they funeral, thinking 'bout taking my chain
N!ggas won't need no ambulance (Yeah, yeah), fu*king around wit' my aim, yeah
Leaving a n!gga D.O.A, n!gga 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, stepping, 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 , so I don't care and I don't listen
I fu*k 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
N!gga play wit' Baby, shot the party up
New York for a couple days, I flew into LaGuardia
The b!tch don't play no basketball, her dude is fu*king guarding her
I think he's scared of losing 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, living in they delusion (That's—, that's—, that's—)
Baby just keep on giving it to 'em, get in on all they confusion
The s*it I could lay wit' Luka, it ain't no way that we losing
Don't even gotta' convince me that you crazy, I ain't moving
They gon' have a snowstorm in LA 'fore they play and I'll shoot 'em

[Outro]
N!gga, squabble up, shot 'em up (N!gga)
Squabble up, uh-uh, shot 'em up
Squabble up, n!gga, shot 'em up
Squabble up, uh, shot 'em up