Lyrics Under The Sun – Dreamville feat. J. Cole, DaBaby & Lute

If you miss me, uh uuh uuh
And you can’t find
Me nowhere, uh uuh uuh
I done seen it all, oh my God
Uuh uuh uuh, uh uuh uuh
I done seen it all, oh my God, I swear
Uuh uuh uuh
Nothing new under the sun, nobody f**king with son
I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns
A couple of n**gas that bust up the party and f**k up the fun
She digging me and I’m cuffing her friend
She ig’ing you while we f**king for fun
I got her suckin’ her thumb, that’s my lil’ babyShe 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
N**gas 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
Uuh uuh uuh
I woke up for some money
Uuh uuh uuh
Ayy, lil’ b**ch
Too many opps in here
Tell me who you with, ayy
Potato over my gun
I move in silence
‘Cause n**gas be clocking my funds
When they should keep eye on they b**ch
‘Cause baby girl coming with son
N**gas 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 n**ga would like Liam NeesonI don’t even need a reason
Loyalty over treason
B**ch n**ga, 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 n**gas probably pissed off
Who would thought I made it this far
Gold Mouf, b**ch, f**k ’em all
Uuh uuh uuh
I woke up for some money
Uuh uuh uuh
Ayy, lil’ b**ch
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 s**t
B**ches call me a jock, all-American
I’m at the top of my class with my lettermen
I remember back in college
B**ches 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 f**k 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, b**ch, I’m lit, but I’m really cool
Don’t acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule
They don’t come out after dark, b**ch
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 d**k, 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 n**gas do
Babe
Uuh uuh uuh
I woke up for some money
Uuh uuh uuh
Ayy, lil’ b**ch
Too many opps in here
Tell me who you with…
➤ Written by Lute, Kendrick Lamar, DaBaby, Nice Rec, Christo, Pluss & J. Cole
Album: Revenge of the Dreamers III
Produced by Pluss, Christo & Nice Rec
Dreamville | J. Cole | Lute | DaBaby | 2019