Bad Boy's Winnin'
Yea
Tell them boys I roll with the rydas
Black leather jacket and the shades are so vital
I stay the fittest for my survival
So pay attention, all sales are final
No need for a title when you've become an idol
Y'all ain't want in the building till my arrival
But I wouldn't test me boy, there's blood in the Bible
I will tackle all my fears and conquer all my rivals
This the wild west boy, and I'm straight shooting like a rifle
Bang bang, gun's out
Ain't no more playin with boy's scout
I'm out here playin with the big toy's now
And shawty likes to play with a big boy, ow
No one said it's easy I just make it look good
Try to be me, y'all wish y'all could
I live the American dream with foreign goods
And I don't need a genie to wish y'all would
More sexy than you mother fuckers
Smoother than a stick of butter
Stealing off your plates all day, and get back home in time for supper
That's just my grind, my state of mind
That's why y'all cannot compare to mines
Always a 100, never 99
So stay on the other side of the speed lane line
All I know is win, so Imma gets these dubs again and again
Imma bad boy shawty, whatchya gonna do
Whatchya gonna do when I commit more sins
King of the Jungle vibes
Throw me to the wolves and watch how this lion thrives
All the lionesses wanna be my wives
They love how the engine purrs when I kick the whip into drive
High roller, high stakes
Pedal to the medal, I forgot how to use the breaks
Shawty puts it down for a ryda, watch how that ass shakes
She can't sleep on a player, especially when the bed breaks, oh
Work hard, play hard, I'm killing this shit, so Imma take a charge
I'm goin all in, all aces in the cards
More tricks up my sleeves, don't ever drop your guard
And I'm smoking more than a hot revolver
That's smoking a cigar, that's how hot I are
I wish that I could say that y'all on par
But y'all weak lil boys, y'all can't even raise the bar
I'm shining on you sons of bitches
Lightning when it comes to quickness
Cuz before y'all draw your guns 10 bullets are inside you bitches
Y'all really can't fuck with me
I'm Bankshot bitch, a bank robbery is underway
All I know is win, so Imma gets these dubs again and again
Imma bad boy shawty, whatchya gonna do
Whatchya gonna do when I commit more sins
Tell them boys I roll with the rydas
Black leather jacket and the shades are so vital
I stay the fittest for my survival
So pay attention, all sales are final
No need for a title when you've become an idol
Y'all ain't want in the building till my arrival
But I wouldn't test me boy, there's blood in the Bible
I will tackle all my fears and conquer all my rivals
This the wild west boy, and I'm straight shooting like a rifle
Bang bang, gun's out
Ain't no more playin with boy's scout
I'm out here playin with the big toy's now
And shawty likes to play with a big boy, ow
No one said it's easy I just make it look good
Try to be me, y'all wish y'all could
I live the American dream with foreign goods
And I don't need a genie to wish y'all would
More sexy than you mother fuckers
Smoother than a stick of butter
Stealing off your plates all day, and get back home in time for supper
That's just my grind, my state of mind
That's why y'all cannot compare to mines
Always a 100, never 99
So stay on the other side of the speed lane line
All I know is win, so Imma gets these dubs again and again
Imma bad boy shawty, whatchya gonna do
Whatchya gonna do when I commit more sins
King of the Jungle vibes
Throw me to the wolves and watch how this lion thrives
All the lionesses wanna be my wives
They love how the engine purrs when I kick the whip into drive
High roller, high stakes
Pedal to the medal, I forgot how to use the breaks
Shawty puts it down for a ryda, watch how that ass shakes
She can't sleep on a player, especially when the bed breaks, oh
Work hard, play hard, I'm killing this shit, so Imma take a charge
I'm goin all in, all aces in the cards
More tricks up my sleeves, don't ever drop your guard
And I'm smoking more than a hot revolver
That's smoking a cigar, that's how hot I are
I wish that I could say that y'all on par
But y'all weak lil boys, y'all can't even raise the bar
I'm shining on you sons of bitches
Lightning when it comes to quickness
Cuz before y'all draw your guns 10 bullets are inside you bitches
Y'all really can't fuck with me
I'm Bankshot bitch, a bank robbery is underway
All I know is win, so Imma gets these dubs again and again
Imma bad boy shawty, whatchya gonna do
Whatchya gonna do when I commit more sins
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Kelly Kottemann
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