(Intro)
Dad, dad, dad, dad
(Chorus)
I can hurt your feelings, man
Bi**h I’m your dad
Futuristic Nikes on
Bi**h I’m your dad
Your momma gon f**k the kid
Bi**h I’m your dad
She like how I slap that a$$
Bi**h who your dad
I come in the party and I straight to the back
So fresh and so clean I look like Andre 3 stacks
She rubbing on that big boy she say she want some dad
Bi**h who your dad
Bi**h who your dad
(Verse 1)
Show I.D. before you get in, bi**h I ain’t playing
R.I.P to Shawty Lo cause I am the man Bankhead!
Imma have to tax a bi**h cause I’m Uncle Sam
Imma f**k your couch-a, ni**a, call me Rick James
My chain like a lightning bolt, bi**h, call me Usain
If that pu**y wet, bi**h, you can call me again
Blocked her in my DMs, then I slid in her friend’s
I got snipers on my Instagram cause that’s a intrend
So high feel my heart beat I look like Eddie Kane
I do what I want I don’t think I’m gonna change
I don’t trust a bloat ni**a cause we ain’t the same
Listen to yo daddy, let me put you on game
(Chorus)
I can hurt your feelings, man
Bi**h I’m your dad
Futuristic Nikes on
Bi**h I’m your dad
Your momma gon f**k the kid
Bi**h I’m your dad
She like how I slap that a$$
Bi**h who your dad
I come in the party and I straight to the back
So fresh and so clean I look like Andre 3 stacks
She rubbing on that big boy she say she want some dad
Bi**h who your dad
Bi**h who your dad
(Verse 2)
Dad dressed like a cholo, b*tches calling me papi
I might f**k your teacher so that you pass your Spanish
F**king on a boat you know that dad out here wilding
Ralph Simmons the sweater, they like how I be stylish
Dad’s still out here pimping, pull up wipping the Caddy
Your sister want the d**k, your auntie throwing the panties
I got on ten rings, bi**h, no I’m not married
My college bi**h 21, I feel like savage
I got my own record label, I can’t be managed
20 points a game, whoo, James is not average
20k today, James out here having
C-notes for my kids, dad out here splashing
(Chorus)
I can hurt your feelings, man
Bi**h I’m your dad
Futuristic Nikes on
Bi**h I’m your dad
Your momma gon f**k the kid
B*tch I’m your dad
She like how I slap that a$$
Bi**h who your dad
I come in the party and I straight to the back
So fresh and so clean I look like Andre 3 stacks
She rubbing on that big boy she say she want some dad
Bi**h who your dad
Bi**h who your dad
