Baby Boy

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] I've been workin' seven days, huh I've been workin' seven days, seven nights a week Bitch (Damn, JakeSand) [Verse 1: StanWill & GlockBoyz TeeJaee] I've been workin' seven days, seven nights a week Talkin' like he got the biggest pape', but his ice petite How that's your ho but she spendin' every night with me? Funny I ain't rattin', but the only thing I like is cheese Only thing I know about that talk is that it's all cheap I'm in Bora Bora, you ain't even seen the palm tree It ain't shit to throw a bone, all my dogs eat I can look at everything I got and say, "That's all—" yeah [Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Can't be scared to strap your nuts on and take a risk I'm in the trap bakin' a cake, my ho tryna book a trip I walked in with the ShittyBoyz, you better not glance at Stan wrist That nigga dangerous like me, he might just hit you with the blick Just politickin' with my dog, what's the numbers on a brick? What I look like just sittin' on my ass? Nigga a bitch (Bitch) I know some niggas who kept hoopin' and got rich (Come on) My other dog got caught with the dog and he got vicked (Ayy, free my nigga) [Verse 3: StanWill] My ho redbone, but my wrist blue You ain't even got more money than my bitch do Cuddy break a brick, you think he know jiu-jitsu We don't do no slackin', bitch, we workin' like that rent due If I was you and you was me, I would be pissed too Get blues and drift coupes, type shit we into Boy, ain't shit new, huh Why the fuck he barkin' like a pit when doggy knowin' he a shih tzu? [Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] You couldn't be me, I couldn't be you, I get bankrolls I dress nice, and plus, I stay away from stank hoes (Yeah) Niggas was scammin', I was in the trap sellin' blow Ridin' around a hundred cash, just me and Peso (Just me and brodie) Bando pull up chains hittin', he'd probably blind you You a baby boy, play with me, I'll walk you down like Rodney You be rappin' and you be out here catchin' bodies, I'd probably sign you I bought a four and then I poured the whole bitch, now I'm a zombie [Verse 5: StanWill] Unky wrap it up and bring it quick like Jimmy Johns Remember bitches used to hold me, now they want they titties signed Caught him out in traffic, know he Ricky Bob Went and bust the Rollie, but I'm tryna see how Richie sound Cup full of red, this bitch fifty-five Chillin' with some tens, 'bout to make them bitches sixty-nine All these fake IDs, I got fifty lives If your bitch ain't with the GlockBoyz, she with them Shitty guys Dog Shit Militia