Baby Boy

[Intro: 28AV]
(Akachi in this motherfucker!)
(BAssKids, answer your motherfucking phone, nigga)
Bitch I been a legend in this shit

[Verse 1: 28AV]
Hoppin' out that [?] like [?] boys
Ice shine on wrist, bitch I'm gang, feel me?
New [?] we Hermie in that stage [?]
Pull up on your block like that bitch mine (Bitch mine)
Bitch, is she real? There ain't no '69
Bad ass bitch 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, bitch i finna lick the fours (Backdoor)
Yeah talkin' lot of shit but I can back it up (Backdoor)
I'on need a re-up, but I'ma not send my chop'
Fuck me good, bit' might get her tummy tucked

[Chorus: 28AV]
See my [?] boot, rocking' Louis [?]
You ain't shooting shit, bitch don't [?] 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)
Fuckin' on a opp, bitch, she give me rain, give me rain (Yeah)
She gon' give me drops, then we break the bank, break the bank (Break the bank)
Niggas 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 fuck wit' pills no more, used to pop them like they vitamins (Popped 'em)
I thought he'd love to shoot shit, 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 shit, bitch don't [?] 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 shit, we don't play them
Real MOB, fake cars, bitches, 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 shit 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 shit, bitch don't [?] shots
Hoppin' on that Chang, whole lot of baby boy
In my lil' hood, don't like mop