Okay, how many bad biddies wanna act up?
Finna make a move, l'ma ask once
How many can I fit inside a black truck? (Seven, eight)
Ain't enough room, we can lap up
How many broke niggas tryna act tough? (How many?)
L'on know, if I was broke, l'd be mad too (Ayy)
They been begging me to do it, I'd be glad to
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Okay, how many more slaps can I make? (Okay)
I'm twenty seconds in, it's a plaque on the way
Okay, how many real niggas can relate? (Hey)
Made it out the bottom like a trap 808
I took it international and kept that shit L.A. (For real)
Them niggas not as passionate, I put that on my ayy
The real people champ, yeah, I'm stamped heavyweight
Pull up in something pretty, forgot I was ever late
I'm right back to it, ice pack stupid
Bitch, them M's doubled up, Maybach Music
While you was cuddled up, I was still on pace to it
I was tryna figure how the fuck I put a face to it
I bet I touchdown if I put a play to it
Tryna show the kids something, coming up when they do it
Yeah, I'm done talking, l'ma let the bass do it
Okay, how many (Yeah) bad biddies wanna act up?
Finna make a move, l'ma ask once
How many can I fit inside a black truck? (Seven, eight)
Ain't enough room, we can lap up
How many broke niggas tryna act tough? (How many?)
L'on know, if I was broke, l'd be mad too (Ayy)
They been begging me to do it, I'd be glad to
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Okay, ain't shit changed but the Rollie went plain (Yeah)
Family maintained and the homies still gang (Okay)
They like, "What you finna do with all this loose change?"
Might buy a lil' yachty, name the boat Usain (Yeah)
I'm whipping that big body, let that BBL swang
She keep calling me papi like she can't pronounce my name
The X got her confused, she want me to explain
The sooner that you choose, sooner we can part ways
A lot of dark days, looking at the stars gazing (Stars gazing)
Now we pop out, pull up and park crazy (Park crazy)
Never thought I would make it this far, baby
That pressure with it like potato, it's all gravy
Ayy (Ayy), how you make it look this good?
You know it's all gas like I packed it in a Wood
They gon' slap it in the whip, they gon' slap it in the hood
Yeah, this ain't that, don't get it misunderstood
Okay, how many (Yeah) bad biddies wanna act up?
Finna make a move, l'ma ask once
How many can I fit inside a black truck? (Seven, eight)
Ain't enough room, we can lap up
How many broke niggas tryna act tough? (How many?)
L'on know, if I was broke, l'd be mad too (Ayy)
They been begging me to do it, I'd be glad to
Yeah, yeah, ayy
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