Dreamville – Under The Sun ft. J. Cole, Lute & DaBaby (Official Audio) Listen –

Revenge Documentary –

Lyrics:
(Cole)
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 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

(Kendrick)
I woke up for some money,
Aye, lil’ bitch
Too many opps in here, tell me who you wit

(Lute)
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 will 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 Caprice 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

(DaBaby)
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 lettermen
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’
Reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool
I got a Glock with a dick let’s get physical
They gon’ be hollerin’ out, “RIP,”
And they missin’ you
They got me started, I might as well finish it
I’m from Charlotte you know how these niggas do
Baby

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23 COMMENTS

  1. They didn't match da baby's audio right his audio cute and you can tell where they stopped and had him go again but a different tone

  2. If, you miss me
    And you, can't find
    I done seen it all, oh my God
    Uh
    I done seen it all, oh 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
    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 ten to two
    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, "RIP, " and they missin' you
    They got me started, I might as well finish (Talk your shit, nigga)
    I'm from Charlotte, you know how these niggas do
    Baby
    I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch
    Too many opps in here, tell me who you with

  3. We're you Cole I'm waiting for that fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😈 😈😈😈 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

  4. I didn't know Kendrick was on this track, can you imagine my surprise when my favourite rapper comes back after a year of nothing for a two-bar hook
    (its better than nothing though)

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