squabble up Lyrics by DaBaby is a new english song by DaBaby. The song is released on K.i.D’s official YouTube channel, written by DaBaby and produced by Sounwave, Kendrick Lamar, Jack Antonoff, M-Tech & Scott Bridgeway. With its aggressive tone and razor-sharp lyricism, the track delivers an explosive, street-hardened sound that blends hard-hitting bravado with rapid-fire delivery, offering listeners a bold and confrontational experience.
At its core, squabble up is a no-holds-barred display of dominance, survival, and self-confidence. DaBaby uses the track to assert his power, readiness for conflict, and disregard for detractors. The lyrics explore themes of violence, loyalty, sexual encounters, and ego, delivered with a menacing flair. The repeated imagery of migraines, funerals, and squabbles reflects the artist’s combative mindset, while moments of dark humor and cultural references inject personality into the chaos.
squabble up Details
| Song | squabble up |
|---|---|
| Artists | DaBaby |
| Written By | DaBaby |
| Produced By | Sounwave, Kendrick Lamar, Jack Antonoff, M-Tech & Scott Bridgeway |
| Label | K.i.D |
| Language | English |
| Released Date | Apr 25, 2025 |
squabble up Lyrics
[Intro]
On these niggas head, they got a migraine
Fuck her brains out, won’t call her back, I’m playin’ mind games (Please say DaBaby)
On these niggas head, they got a migraine (That’s—, that’s—, that’s—, that’s—)
Fuck her brains out, won’t call her back, I’m playin’ mind games (Please say DaBaby)
[Verse 1]
On these niggas head, they got a migraine
Fuck her brains out, won’t call her back, I’m playin’ mind games (That’s—, that’s—, that’s—, that’s—)
Might wanna plan they funeral, thinkin’ ’bout takin’ my chain
Niggas won’t need no ambulance, fuckin’ around wit’ my aim
Leavin’ a nigga D.O.A., nigga want me to squabble up
Won’t even let him throw a punch, gon’ punch Ali, and shot him up
Rest in peace to Muhammad Ali, steppin’, yeah, when I hop on a beat
You better go get the hottest for me, in the Tesla truck, wit’ a chop on the seat
I just left LA on business
I had a couple meetings, everywhere I had a pistol
No manners for no sluts, so I don’t care and I don’t listen
I fuck her good and pull out all her hair, but I don’t kiss her (That’s—, that’s—, that’s—, that’s—)
Turn on the music, it make you dance
Glock .40, Ruger, tucked in my pants
Nigga play wit’ Baby, shot the party up
New York for a couple days, I flew into LaGuardia
The bitch don’t play no basketball, her dude is fuckin’ guardin’ her (That’s—, that’s—)
I think he’s scared of losin’ her, I choose her, then she’s outta’ there (That’s—, that’s—, that’s—, that’s—)
Prada frames look just like the glasses Harry Potter wear
Cuban link look just like the collar that a dog’ll wear
You can see I’m only top five and they don’t gotta’ care
Stupidly, livin’ in they delusion (That’s—, that’s—, that’s—)
Baby just keep on givin’ it to ’em, get in on all they confusion
The shit I could lay wit’ Luka, it ain’t no way that we losin’
Don’t even gotta’ convince me that you crazy, I ain’t movin’
They gon’ have a snowstorm in LA ‘fore they play, and I’ll sh—
[Verse 2]
On these niggas head, they got a migraine
Fuck her brains out, won’t call her back, I’m playin’ mind games
Might wanna plan they funeral, thinkin’ ’bout takin’ my chain
Niggas won’t need no ambulance (Yeah, yeah), fuckin’ around wit’ my aim (Yeah)
Leavin’ a nigga D.O.A., nigga want me to squabble up
Won’t even let him throw a punch, gon’ punch Ali, and shot him up
Rest in peace to Muhammad Ali, steppin’, yeah, when I hop on a beat (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You better go get the hottest for me, in the Tesla truck, wit’ a chop on the seat
I just left LA on business
I had a couple meetings, everywhere I had a pistol
No manners for no sluts, so I don’t care and I don’t listen
I fuck her good and pull out all her hair, but I don’t kiss her
Turn on the music, it make you dance
Glock .40, Ruger, tucked in my pants
Nigga play wit’ Baby, shot the party up
New York for a couple days, I flew into LaGuardia
The bitch don’t play no basketball, her dude is fuckin’ guardin’ her
I think he’s scared of losin’ her, I choose her, then she’s outta’ there
Prada frames look just like the glasses Harry Potter wear
Cuban link look just like the collar that a dog’ll wear (That’s—, that’s—)
You can see I’m only top five and they don’t gotta’ care (That’s—, that’s—)
Stupidly, livin’ in they delusion (That’s—, that’s—, that’s—)
Baby just keep on givin’ it to ’em, get in on all they confusion
The shit I could lay wit’ Luka, it ain’t no way that we losin’
Don’t even gotta’ convince me that you crazy, I ain’t movin’
They gon’ have a snowstorm in LA ‘fore they play, and I’ll shoot ’em
[Outro]
Nigga, squabble up, shot ’em up (Nigga)
Squabble up, uh-uh, shot ’em up
Squabble up, nigga, shot ’em up
Squabble up, uh, shot ’em up
squabble up Lyrics Meaning
[Intro]
The intro immediately sets an unrelenting, combative tone. DaBaby asserts mental and physical dominance, describing both psychological games with women and violent threats to rivals. The repetition intensifies the atmosphere, drawing attention to his aggressive state of mind and unwillingness to be challenged.
[Verse 1]
DaBaby dives deep into his persona, one that’s unapologetically violent, fearless, and sexually dominant. He frames any challenge to his status—like stealing his chain—as a death wish, boasting about his accuracy and quick trigger response. He compares his retaliation to Muhammad Ali’s legendary power while emphasizing his ever-present readiness through lines about traveling armed. Lines about women are treated with cold detachment, reinforcing his emotionally detached outlook. The verse also contains clever cultural references—like Harry Potter glasses and LaGuardia flights—to subtly flex his lifestyle. DaBaby closes with a mix of braggadocio and threat, claiming a place in the top five rappers while mocking others’ delusions.
[Verse 2]
The second verse closely mirrors the first, reiterating core ideas with a few nuanced shifts. DaBaby once again depicts himself as a lethal, unbothered force. His bars echo prior threats while reinforcing the idea that any confrontation will end badly for the opponent. The repetition of certain lines, like the Muhammad Ali reference and Tesla truck imagery, reinforces both his consistency and the signature persona he’s promoting. He maintains his dismissive attitude toward romantic intimacy, while flaunting status symbols like Cuban links and Prada frames. In closing, DaBaby stresses his mental clarity and refusal to be manipulated, suggesting that only something as implausible as a snowstorm in LA could delay his retribution.
[Outro]
The outro drives home the core message with rhythmic repetition of “squabble up” and “shot ’em up.” It reads like a mantra of retaliation, encapsulating the song’s central theme—violence is not only a response but an expectation in DaBaby’s world. The abruptness and finality of the lines leave listeners with an uncompromising end note.
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The "squabble up" song by DaBaby was produced by Sounwave, Kendrick Lamar, Jack Antonoff, M-Tech & Scott Bridgeway.
DaBaby released "squabble up" song on Apr 25, 2025.
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