Gotta Know Lyrics by DaBaby
I don’t like bitch-ass niggas who come around hatin’ ’cause that shit weak (Yeah)
Talkin’ ain’t gon’ buy you nothin’, if it ain’t no paper, then that shit cheap (Let’s do it)
I’m the type to show one of these niggas he ain’t who he think he is, a nigga sweet (Yeah)
I’m the step-daddy that don’t really like it, I’m belt to their ass with the beat, nigga
Do my little dance, Glock on my waist
I’m one of them, not finna play
I like a bitch that don’t fuck with you niggas
She want you niggas get out of her face
Deebo that nigga, he got in his place
Cheat on that nigga can’t handle his bae
She will come here for the man in the way
I got that yeah in my hand every day
At the red light with my hand on the Drac’
It is what it is like Cam’ron and Mase
Her attitude givin’ that she really don’t fuck with you niggas
Baby girl damn near is gay
Cybertruck outside standin’ in the way (Yeah)
Poppin’ my shit with my fans
I be out this bitch poppin’ my shit with my fans
I appreciate them like I’m right there with them every day (Woo)
I waved around my left hand
I showed them twenty percent of the shit I can do
While I studied the game like a rookie
The whole fuckin’ time, I still had my right hand on the play
Baby done playin’, the man on the way
Dobbin’ your shit, put your hand on my face
Hop out and help me, just stand over there
Parkin’ the Phantom, it damn near no space
I shouldn’t even drove it, I left it in front of the store
By myself, they know he ain’t no ho
I fuck around and don’t even lock the door, yeah
Step on these niggas, bitch, it’ll be shame on me, I’ll stand on their throat, yeah
Come sex with a nigga if you put that thang’ on me, they don’t even gotta know
They don’t even gotta know (Shh)
They don’t even gotta know (Yeah)
They don’t even gotta know (Yeah)
They don’t even gotta know (Yeah)
That’s my Baby
They don’t even gotta know
They don’t even gotta know
They don’t even gotta know
They don’t even gotta know
Yeah, ride with me, baby, put your hand on my dick
Hop out the Benz with my hand on my blick
One thing about it, I move how I move
I can’t be havin’ your hands on my mits
I’ma be right here, man on all ten
Y’all niggas’ bitches, don’t stand up for shits
Y’all the type niggas to hang with your friends
And talk about niggas, that ain’t what this is
Man, fuck all them niggas, ay, listen, my bae
Come here, tryna get in your face, in your rear (Come here)
They ain’t got me no pape’, then no deal
I be out on the lake at the crib
Army niggas, I pay to patrol
Plenty rounds when I leave out the door
Zip your mouth, you won’t be my little ho
Simmer down, they, they don’t even gotta know
They don’t even gotta know (Shh)
They don’t even gotta know (Yeah)
They don’t even gotta know (Yeah)
They don’t even gotta know (Yeah)
That’s my Baby
They don’t even gotta know
They don’t even gotta know
They don’t even gotta know
They don’t even gotta know
I don’t like bitch-ass niggas who come around hatin’ ’cause that shit weak (Yeah)
Talkin’ ain’t gon’ buy you nothin’, if it ain’t no paper, then that shit cheap (Let’s do it)
I’m the type to show one of these niggas he ain’t who he think he is, a nigga sweet (Yeah)
I’m the step-daddy that don’t really like it, I’m belt to their ass with the beat, nigga