Baby Boy Skit ft. A Million Grams Lyrics

Fuck, you got a problem with me answering the phone, bitch, move

It's probably for me anyway

Move, hello

This is a collect call from the California Correctional Facility

Correctional Facility

Do you accept the charges

Hell no

Who the fuck calling you from jail, that nigga Million Grams

Huh

Bitch, you don't hear me? Hello

He lonely, he just wants somebody to talk to. It ain't deep, don't try it

Oh, that's why you needed an extra hundred for the phone bill last month

I'm paying for your dumb ass to go down there and talk to him

Bitch, you putting my money on his books down there at the jail

Who the fuck is wrong with you

I told you to put a block on the fucking phone

See, that's why we always arguing, you don't listen to a nigga

We all been on your bullshit too, don't even trip

Hello

This is a collect call from the California Correctional Facility

Do you accept the charges

Yeah, I accept

Hello? Hello? Event

Nah, nigga, this ain't no motherfucking Yvette, nigga

Put an Yvette on the phone, nigga

What? This my phone, homeboy. Don't be calling my house asking to speak to my motherfucking woman

How the fuck is that your house? You don't even live there

Huh? Is this Hall of Fame

The little nigga that got my girl pregnant and can't take care of his responsibilities as a man

Living at your mama house, running around on the streets like a little ass boy

Nigga, you's a bitch

What? Nigga, look at you

What the fuck you got? Your ass in jail

You ain't got nothing to say about how I'm handling my partner

Look, don't call my fucking house no more, nigga

My girl ain't feeling you. It's not happening, cuz

You feel me

Now concentrate on not dropping a soap, you bitch ass nigga

Fuck you, cuz

I want a block on the motherfucking phone tomorrow, bitch