Under The Sun Lyrics - Dababy

If you miss me 

And you can't find 

I done seen it all, my God 

Yeah 

I done seen it all, my God, I swear 

Uh, uh 

Nothing new under the sun, nobody fucking with son 

I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns 

A couple of niggas that bust up the party and fuck up the fun 

She digging me and I'm cuffing her friend 

She ig'-ing you while we fucking for fun 

I got her suckin' her thumb, that's my lil' baby 

She call me daddy like grandmama baby 

If this Sunday dinner, my hand on her gravy 

I been on the craziest wave, if I'm on the stage 

An M is my minimum wage 

This ain't no kennel, behave 

Niggas is with all that barking, we send 'em a stray 

So in a way we the dogcatchers 

How many bullets your dawg catchin'? 

Sawed-off, raw dog fashion 

Hauled off, hope God catch him, damn 

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I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch 

Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy 

Potato over my gun 

I move in silence 'cause niggas be clocking my funds 

When they should keep eye on they 

bitch 'cause baby girl coming with son 

Niggas be judging my moves, but please tell me, what have you done? 

My cousin might air out the party for fun 

Pistol grips get to squeezing 

Wish a nigga would like Liam Neeson 

I don't even need a reason, loyalty over treason 

Bitch nigga, come and see me 

Put some respect on my name 

What side of my city I claim 

I try to stay in my lane 

Took my advance and put a cold piece on them thangs 

I'm Beatties Ford 'til the wheels fall 

Know some niggas probably pissed off 

Who would thought I made it this far? 

Gold Mouf, bitch, fuck 'em all 

I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch 

Too many opps in here, tell me who you with 

I just put diamonds on all of my teeth, 

now they probably think I ain't intelligent 

In the homicide unit interrogation, 

asking questions, you know I ain't tell 'em shit 

Bitches call me a jock, all-American 

I'm at the top of my class with my letterman 

I remember back in college, bitches knocking on my dorm door 

I ain't never let 'em in 

Now you know that that's cap, know I hit a few 

Ain't no job, I'm selling gas like I'm Jiffy Lube 

I had a freak, used to fuck while her boyfriend in class 

I hit her from the back from like 10 to 2 

No back and forth with these rappers 

They mention me, dissin' me 

No talkin' back, I won't mention you 

Watch, when I come put that iron on your ass and I dip 

They gon' want me to snitch in my interviews 

I'm on fire, bitch, I'm lit, but I'm really cool 

Don't acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule 

They don't come out after dark, bitch, I swim with the sharks 

You ain't got enough heart, get a bigger pool 

Wanna fight but he bigger, I ain't really trippin' 

I reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool 

I got a Glock with a dick, let's get physical 

They gon' be hollerin' out,