Multiple mixtapes followed in the coming months, with 2017 offering Billion Dollar Baby, Baby Talk, Baby Talk 2, 3, and 4, as well as Back on My Baby Jesus Sh!t. 2018 continued in a similarly fashion with Baby Talk 5 and Blank Blank. In November of 2018, while shopping with his family at a Walmart in Huntersville, North Carolina, Kirk was approached by several men. An altercation broke out and gunfire ensued, resulting in the death of 19-year-old Jalyn Domonique Craig. Kirk, while involved in the dispute, did not admit to firing the fatal shots and was not charged with any crime connected to the incident. DaBaby got a label deal in 2019 when he signed on with Interscope.
The label quickly released Baby on Baby in March of that year, a full-length that was preceded by videos for singles "Suge" and "Walker, Texas Ranger."
TOES
DaBaby Lyrics
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Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, bitch, you done with life (okay)
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights (boom)
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine (nope)
And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie
What I look like with all them twenties? (huh?)
Know them hoes like how I'm coming (yeah)
What I look like with all this money? (huh?)
How I look havin' all these hoes? (uh)
When I crack a smile, white gold (bling)
Yeah, I'm talkin' diamonds, froze (yeah)
Came from the bottom, toes (woah, Kenny)
Yeah, backend Baby (a hundred)
That's what they pay me a show (let's go)
That's probably some cap in my rap
By the time this shit drop, they gon' pay me some more (uh-huh)
And I still can go back to the trap
Send a box, pick it up, make a play at the store
Feelings still hurt from when I saved that hoe
My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (uh, brr)
Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, bitch, you done with life (okay)
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights (boom)
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine (nope)
And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine (alright)
Nope
Too raw, dope (yeah)
You know I'm one of the G.O.A.T.'s
She let me put it in the back of her throat
Walk in the bank with a M in a tote (yeah)
I'm tryna make a deposit
Let 'em try play with the money (pow, pow)
Shawty gon' take off your noggin
Long as she want it and pick it, I'm buyin' it
I had the Rover for a year, I don't drive
I get 'em whacked, I don't advise 'em to try it, yeah
I'm runnin' shit, I ain't lyin'
I got a backend for one twenty-five
I bought a Patek for one eighty-five
This shit gettin' easy at this point
My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (uh, brr)
Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, bitch, you done with life (okay)
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights (boom)
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine (nope)
And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine (alright)
Heartless, don't need a valentine (forever)
I call 'em racks, not bands (why?)
Ain't no rubber band on mine (at all)
I used to be down, down, down, down
Waiting on taxes time (fucked up)
Look at me now, now, now, now
They pay me to flex and shine (I'm up, let's get it)
Big speaker like an eighteen inch sub (yeah)
I'm a hundred, you a dub (nothin')
Lookin' for me, I'm booked up (where you at?)
50 Cent, I'm in the club (hey)
Diamonds on my earlobe, ice on dyke (huh?)
One-fifty on studs
Rugrat, young nigga got it out the mud
My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (uh, brr, Big Bagg)
Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, bitch, you done with life (okay)
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights (boom)
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine (nope)
And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine
What I look like with all them twenties? (huh?)
Know them hoes like how I'm coming (yeah)
What I look like with all this money? (huh?)
How I look havin' all these hoes? (uh)
When I crack a smile, white gold (bling)
Yeah, I'm talkin' diamonds, froze (yeah)
Came from the bottom, toes
In DaBaby's song "TOES," he is discussing the superficial aspects of his life, including his money and fame. DaBaby starts the song by saying his heart is so cold that he is done with ice, implying that he has become numb to the things that once excited him. He goes on to say that if he leaves his partner, she will die, but he points out that she is already done with life. DaBaby warns that he brings guns to fights, so no one should pull out a knife when confronting him. He also boasts that he has a lot of money, but he does not like to carry twenties around.
DaBaby continues the song by discussing his wealth and success. He gets paid a lot of money to perform, and he expects to earn more in the future. He can still go back to his drug-dealing days if he wants to, and he can easily make a deal with someone. DaBaby is aware of his talent and reputation, and he lets his rivals know that he is the one in charge. He jokes that he is too rich to drive his car, and he can afford to buy luxury watches and jewelry without any problems.
Overall, "TOES" by DaBaby is a song about how he has become famous and wealthy, but he is also aware of its drawbacks. DaBaby deals with people who are envious of his success, and he knows that his life is not without danger. Despite this, he remains confident that he can handle whatever life throws his way.
Line by Line Meaning
My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (uh, brr)
I am emotionally detached and numb to the world around me.
Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, bitch, you done with life (okay)
My partner is so dependent on me that they cannot imagine living without me.
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights (boom)
I am prepared to defend myself with lethal force if necessary.
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine (nope)
I have a lot of money, but I keep it to myself.
And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine (alright)
My girlfriend thinks I am becoming too materialistic and picky about my possessions.
What I look like with all them twenties? (huh?)
Know them hoes like how I'm coming (yeah)
I don't want to carry around a lot of cash, and many women are attracted to my lifestyle and image.
What I look like with all this money? (huh?)
How I look havin' all these hoes? (uh)
I feel conflicted about my wealth and promiscuous lifestyle.
When I crack a smile, white gold (bling)
Yeah, I'm talkin' diamonds, froze (yeah)
I wear expensive jewelry and show it off when I am happy.
Came from the bottom, toes (woah, Kenny)
Yeah, backend Baby (a hundred)
I grew up poor and worked my way up to success through hard work and dedication.
That's what they pay me a show (let's go)
That's probably some cap in my rap
By the time this shit drop, they gon' pay me some more (uh-huh)
I am making a lot of money from my music, and I expect to make even more in the future.
And I still can go back to the trap
Send a box, pick it up, make a play at the store
Despite my success, I have not forgotten my roots and can still participate in illegal activities if needed.
Feelings still hurt from when I saved that hoe
I still have emotional scars from a past experience where I helped someone but got hurt in return.
Too raw, dope (yeah)
You know I'm one of the G.O.A.T.'s
She let me put it in the back of her throat
Walk in the bank with a M in a tote (yeah)
I'm tryna make a deposit
Let 'em try play with the money (pow, pow)
Shawty gon' take off your noggin
I am a skilled rapper and have had multiple sexual partners, and I am unafraid to make large bank deposits and use violence to protect my money.
Long as she want it and pick it, I'm buyin' it
I had the Rover for a year, I don't drive
I get 'em whacked, I don't advise 'em to try it, yeah
I'm runnin' shit, I ain't lyin'
I will give my girlfriend whatever she wants as long as she chooses it, I am not materialistic, I have a history of violence, and I am in charge.
I got a backend for one twenty-five
I bought a Patek for one eighty-five
This shit gettin' easy at this point
I am making a lot of money from my music and can afford luxury items with ease.
Heartless, don't need a valentine (forever)
I call 'em racks, not bands (why?)
Ain't no rubber band on mine (at all)
I used to be down, down, down, down
Waiting on taxes time (fucked up)
Look at me now, now, now, now
They pay me to flex and shine (I'm up, let's get it)
I am emotionally distant and do not need a partner to make me happy, I refer to my money as 'racks,' not 'bands' or cash, I am not cheap when it comes to my money, I used to be poor and struggle financially, but now I am successful and respected.
Big speaker like an eighteen inch sub (yeah)
I'm a hundred, you a dub (nothin')
Lookin' for me, I'm booked up (where you at?)
50 Cent, I'm in the club (hey)
Diamonds on my earlobe, ice on dyke (huh?)
One-fifty on studs
Rugrat, young nigga got it out the mud
I have large speakers and am worth a lot of money, while others are not as successful, I am very busy and in demand, like 50 Cent, I am a respected rapper and have expensive jewelry, which includes $150k diamond studs, and I worked hard to achieve my success.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dominique Jones, Jared Scharff, Jonathan Lyndale Kirk, Demario Dewayne Jr. White, Jeremy Ruzumna, Joseph Karnes, Kenneth Charles III Blume
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@kingderrick8361
My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (uh, brr)
Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, bitch, you done with life (okay)
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights (boom)
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine (nope)
And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine (alright)
What I look like with all them twenties? (huh?)
Know them hoes like how I'm coming (yeah)
What I look like with all this money? (huh?)
How I look havin' all these hoes? (uh)
When I crack a smile, white gold (bling)
Yeah, I'm talkin' diamonds, froze (yeah)
Came from the bottom, toes (woah, Kenny)
Yeah, backend Baby (a hundred)
That's what they pay me a show (let's go)
That's probably some cap in my rap
By the time this shit drop, they gon' pay me some more (uh-huh)
And I still can go back to the trap
Send a box, pick it up, make a play at the store
Feelings still hurt from when I saved that hoe
My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (uh, brr)
Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, bitch, you done with life (okay)
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights (boom)
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine (nope)
And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine (alright)
Nope
Too raw, dope (yeah)
You know I'm one of the G.O.A.T.'s
She let me put it in the back of her throat
Walk in the bank with a M in a tote (yeah)
I'm tryna make a deposit
Let 'em try play with the money (pow, pow)
Shawty gon' take off your noggin
Long as she want it and pick it, I'm buyin' it
I had the Rover for a year, I don't drive
I get 'em whacked, I don't advise 'em to try it, yeah
I'm runnin' shit, I ain't lyin'
I got a backend for one twenty-five
I bought a Patek for one eighty-five
This shit gettin' easy at this point
My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (uh, brr)
Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, bitch, you done with life (okay)
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights (boom)
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine (nope)
And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine (alright)
Heartless, don't need a valentine (forever)
I call 'em racks, not bands (why?)
Ain't no rubber band on mine (at all)
I used to be down, down, down, down
Waiting on taxes time (fucked up)
Look at me now, now, now, now
They pay me to flex and shine (I'm up, let's get it)
Big speaker like an eighteen inch sub (yeah)
I'm a hundred, you a dub (nothin')
Lookin' for me, I'm booked up (where you at?)
50 Cent, I'm in the club (hey)
Diamonds on my earlobe, ice on dyke (huh?)
One-fifty on studs
Rugrat, young nigga got it out the mud
My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (uh, brr, Big Bagg)
Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, bitch, you done with life (okay)
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights (boom)
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine (nope)
And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine
What I look like with all them twenties? (huh?)
Know them hoes like how I'm coming (yeah)
What I look like with all this money? (huh?)
How I look havin' all these hoes? (uh)
When I crack a smile, white gold (bling)
Yeah, I'm talkin' diamonds, froze (yeah)
Came from the bottom, toes
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Demario White Jr. / Dominique Jones / Jared Scharff / Jonathan Lyndale Kirk
TOES lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group
@jayliine_
My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (uh, brr)
Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, bitch, you done with life (okay)
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights (boom)
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine (nope)
And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine (alright)
What I look like with all them twenties? (huh?)
Know them hoes like how I'm coming (yeah)
What I look like with all this money? (huh?)
How I look havin' all these hoes? (uh)
When I crack a smile, white gold (bling)
Yeah, I'm talkin' diamonds, froze (yeah)
Came from the bottom, toes (woah, Kenny)
Yeah, backend Baby (a hundred)
That's what they pay me a show (let's go)
That's probably some cap in my rap
By the time this shit drop, they gon' pay me some more (uh-huh)
And I still can go back to the trap
Send a box, pick it up, make a play at the store
Feelings still hurt from when I saved that hoe
My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (uh, brr)
Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, bitch, you done with life (okay)
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights (boom)
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine (nope)
And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine (alright)
Nope
Too raw, dope (yeah)
You know I'm one of the G.O.A.T.'s
She let me put it in the back of her throat
Walk in the bank with a M in a tote (yeah)
I'm tryna make a deposit
Let 'em try play with the money (pow, pow)
Shawty gon' take off your noggin
Long as she want it and pick it, I'm buyin' it
I had the Rover for a year, I don't drive
I get 'em whacked, I don't advise 'em to try it, yeah
I'm runnin' shit, I ain't lyin'
I got a backend for one twenty-five
I bought a Patek for one eighty-five
This shit gettin' easy at this point
My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (uh, brr)
Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, bitch, you done with life (okay)
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights (boom)
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine (nope)
And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine (alright)
Heartless, don't need a valentine (forever)
I call 'em racks, not bands (why?)
Ain't no rubber band on mine (at all)
I used to be down, down, down, down
Waiting on taxes time (fucked up)
Look at me now, now, now, now
They pay me to flex and shine (I'm up, let's get it)
Big speaker like an eighteen inch sub (yeah)
I'm a hundred, you a dub (nothin')
Lookin' for me, I'm booked up (where you at?)
50 Cent, I'm in the club (hey)
Diamonds on my earlobe, ice on dyke (huh?)
One-fifty on studs
Rugrat, young nigga got it out the mud
My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (uh, brr, Big Bagg)
Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, bitch, you done with life (okay)
Better not pull up with no knife
'Cause I bring guns to fights (boom)
Say you got that sack, I got that sack
But ain't no ones in mine (nope)
And my lil' bitch say I'm gettin' too bougie
I don't even like dubs in mine
What I look like with all them twenties? (huh?)
Know them hoes like how I'm coming (yeah)
What I look like with all this money? (huh?)
How I look havin' all these hoes? (uh)
When I crack a smile, white gold (bling)
Yeah, I'm talkin' diamonds, froze (yeah)
Came from the bottom, toes
Your welcome
@Jay-ek4gr
I didn’t expect the hardest song I would ever hear to be called T O E S
@benito2056
hand them over
@vilityy9740
fr
@vojvodaa
420 likes babyyy
@Jay-ek4gr
How did I get so many likes , I didn’t even notice 👀👌🏽
@viktorantic3749
Btw 871 likes
@tayk6338
DaBaby is the type of guy to say he needs a charger when he at 94%
@dimitrissamplidis7050
Go back to prison
@mrswilson8411
Lol
@britneybri
🤣😂🤣