Baby Boy lyrics

[Intro: 28AV]
(Akachi in this motherf*cker!)
(BAssKids, answer your motherf*cking phone, n*gga)
b*tch I been a legend in this sh*t

[Verse 1: 28AV]
Hoppin' out that check like baby boy
Ice shine on wrist, b*tch I'm gang, feel me?
New [?] we Hermie in that stage [?]
Pull up on your block like that b*tch mine (b*tch mine)
b*tch, this sh*t real There ain't no '69
Bad ass b*tch still for that 69
MO high-five, swinging like I'm on zip-line
Opps hatin', but they on a borrowed time
Hop out my killers, they don't beat loaf
Backdoor, b*tch i finna lick the fours (Backdoor)
Yeah talkin' lot of sh*t but I can back it up (Backdoor)
I'on need a re-up, but I'ma not send my chop'
f*ck me good, bit' might get her tummy tucked

[Chorus: 28AV]
See my [?] boot, rocking' Louis [?]
You ain't shooting sh*t, b*tch don't talk shots
Hoppin' on that Chang, whole lot of baby boy
In my lil' hood, don't like mop
[Verse 2: Lil Mosey]
Been flying, go in this whip, like I played for the Mavericks or some (Imagine it)
I've been ballin' like I'm Paolo, but I can't hoop for nothin' (Can't hoop for nothin')
Got my mama a brand new crib, I ain't give these bucks for nothin' (Like I'm on sum)
Slidin' wit' my Yeeky, pop like bubblegum (Brrt, brrt)
f*ckin' on a opp, b*tch, she give me rain, give me rain (Yeah)
She gon' give me drops, then we break the bank, break the bank (Break the bank)
n*ggas said I changed, but I still feel the same, feel the same
Slidin' in the Lamb', this is not a Range
And they go, "Skrrt-skrrt, it's hot"
Pull up wit' a brand new drop (Drop)
They said it is better on top (Uh-huh)
But I fell in love wit' the block (I did)
Damn, I know (I know)
They put me back in my mode (Mode)
You don't wanna try me at shows (Uh-huh)
Pistol when I'm on the road (Brrraa)
Even when I'm wildin', mama said she proud of me (She proud of me)
I ain't f*ck wit' pills no more, used to pop them like they vitamins (Popped 'em)
I thought he'd love to shoot sh*t, I call him a murder man
Gotta hop up in the studio, we talkin' like we businessmen

[Chorus: 28AV]
See my [?] boot, rocking' Louis [?]
You ain't shooting sh*t, b*tch don't talk shots
Hoppin' on that Chang, whole lot of baby boy
In my lil' hood, don't like mop
[Verse 3: 28AV]
I'm the one you call me your "Chainback"
The dinner, man, real sh*t, we don't play them
Real MOB, fake cars, b*tches, stakes on
We at [?], plottin' out the aim dot
First class from my hood, a complement of ya'
Still hoppin' out the old charger, and I been in the block
Like, "Bow"
Them wit' the blue bags
This ain't from no church
Dizzy like mans smirked
Shawty she jump up, put that sh*t on
Girl give me a head rush
Brunette particular
Like parked in the hand cap, no cap
Baby she using my lingual, I stamp that, stamp that, uh
[?] Ralf, yeah
Whippin' that Lamb', yeah

[Chorus: 28AV]
See my [?] boot, rocking' Louis [?]
You ain't shooting sh*t, b*tch don't talk shots
Hoppin' on that Chang, whole lot of baby boy
In my lil' hood, don't like mop