XXL Freshmen 2019 Cypher - Part 1 lyrics - DaBaby, Megan Thee Stallion, YK Osiris and Lil Mosey

 [Lil Mosey (YK Osiris):]

Goddamn, I feel like the man

Freshman of the year, I woke up like the man

Never poppin' Xans, 'cause they killin' me, damn

When you got the money, they be tryin' be your friend

Okay, this a lame ass beat

Walk up on your bitch, my dick eight feet deep

Why he talking out his lip? He know ain't shit sweet

Ayy, ayy, your block I'm gon' see

Ayy, ayy, bussdown, not regular face (What?)

Ayy, chasin' blues like DaBaby (What?)

Ayy, swervin 'round with Kate (What?)

Ayy, dropped out, no I didn't graduate man

[Megan Thee Stallion:]

Real hot girl shit, aah

Bitch, I'm with your man, tryna see what the hit for

Post a new pic for a bitch I'ma shit on

Big bag talk, make that little money get gone

I love cash, I be in the back, tryna get it on

I'm gettin' money, I ain't even mad atcha'

Rich bitch shit, I'm might throw a bag atcha'

Speakin' on my name only make it sound better

Your nigga in my DM, and he write love-letters

Say that booty looking softer than Hawaiian rolls

I be in the gym, I'm your girls' body-goals

Flexin' on the gram do it for the mad hoes

Everything I do they watchin' me like I'm on parole

Couple of these bitches niggas on my block list

Drop a screenshot if I wanna start shit

I ain't fucked your man, that ain't how I rock sis'

I just took him to the bank to make a deposit, aah

[YK Osiris:]

Mmm-mmm, yeah-yeah, mmm

She see body, when she lookin' at a young nigga

I fuck her good, now she talk about a young nigga

And I don't understand these bitches, why they like me

I put it in, now she wanna act so feisty

Now she say she worth it, but she ain't worth it

I put them diamonds on my wrist, and now she want me

I swear you niggas always lookin' like y'all know me

I put them diamonds on my neck, and now they want it

And now she wanna get it right now

And I'ma let her go for right now

And when she talkin' 'bout she 'bout it, she ain't 'bout it

And when I'm 'bout it, she ain't 'bout it, mmm, 'bout it

[DaBaby:]

Everybody know my name

Ringin' bell, ringin' bell like the hallway

I ain't gotta cap in no motherfucking rap

I whip out and air it out broad day

I got in with the stick, and I'm with that

Break a nigga in half like a Kit-Kat

I been tryna' be positive mama

They ain't fuckin' with' Jonathan, mama

Who you know put they motherfuckin' self on the map

And now they ain't on nobody shit

I slid one of my lil' niggas, come take you off

You get laid on the floor by a jit

Got pulled over with 55K in my pocket

The police they know I'm legit

The police they know I got sticks

They be worried about me, they know I'ma click

These niggas they know I'm a dawg, I ain't worried about him

I know he a bitch

The next nigga that come play with me

I'ma send him to go ask 2Pac for a pic

They say I'm the hottest new nigga

Go check the thermometer, that nigga sick

Nigga must have a fever or somethin'

Heard he was born up on Cleveland or somethin'

Let me give you a history lesson

We moved back to Charlotte, 1999

I ain't sayin that none of that matter

If somebody touch me, then somebody die

Why he talkin' so calm when he say that?

How you make him rewind and replay that?

Who you know get a fade once a week

And they try make it wave, fuck a motherfuckin' wave-cap

Everytime that the DJ play Suge

Niggas throw up they arm like a motherfuckin' racetrack

Everytime that my babygirl see me, she run

And say "Daddy", I love when she say that

Everytime I hit one of my moves, all the bitches go crazy

They like how I do that

I keep one in the head, if I don't let off first

I'ma dive to the side when I shoot back

Yeah, I'm comin' like Blade in this bitch

Fuck around, and walked down in a trenchcoat

They gon' have to put me with the greats

Wanna fuck with me, she gotta wait

Only yacht, would mean me and the kids

There's four of us, we're on the sea eatin' steak

I ain't goin' ooh-ooh on a bitch

I ain't goin out sad 'bout no hoe, I'm a pimp

He keep bumpin' his motherfuckin' gun

We gon put his ass up like a motherfuckin' blimp

Like to talk on the pillow with' hoes' that's gon' get him

Exposed, he a muhfuckin simp

You know he keep that thang on him baby

Quit askin' him why that boy walk with a limp

I on't care bout this motherfuckin' chain

But I still bust your motherfuckin' brain

Just got head on a motherfucking plane

Ain't no cap in my rap, I'm the truth

And then fuckin' yo' hoe from the back

I knew hoe for a day, she won't ghost, she the swoup

And these niggas ain't livin like this, why he talkin' so gangsta?

Your boy, he a fluke

They know Baby gon' blow, he a flute

They know Baby gon' blow, he the bomb

They know Baby was just in Miami

Now he in LA, nigga think he LeBron

They know Baby go baby on baby

But five years ago, niggas say he was John

I touch down at the front of the plane

And the driver come pick up my Louis Vuitton

While he drive me around, I be blowin' that pressure

I'm chillin' backseat with the iron