Badboyz

Used to send my dog a letter just to check in. Biggest problem of the week, how many hoes to let in
7-seater Burbon Chevy tellin' hoes to get in, I'm so present
Alcoholic beverage, my dog countin' days, but I'm still smellin' heaven
I can game lil' ma and bless a hoe, in one sentence. She want a nigga co-signin' like a bank reference
Low drama, pretty women always main preference

Look, this is not a test. We comin' for the chicken, only thighs and the breast
Me and Coop, we the best. Up top, left corner, puttin' on for the West
You smokin' on stress, not guest, but gotta guess. Can't even cop a fit up out a Ross, dress for less
Niggas start to feel it in your chest. Your dream girl come and see me, she undress

Aiight Chevy, I be real, I took a bitch from the A. First class seats, look, I even paid the whole way
Top floor hotel, but I got no play. Even said it was her birthday, but got no cake, uh

Nigga, that's a L, what you want me to say? How you let her leave the lot, but she ain't put down pay
Even playas fuck up, we still got all day. Shit, I know you gettin' money, you gon' have your way

Next morning, wake up, finished bottle of Prosecco. Five new numbers, which girl I gotta let go
Ride you for a week, and then I treat you like a rental

Look, I can't slow down. I can't take it serious if she ain't tryin' to go down
We ain't talkin' hillbilly, headed to the hoedown. It is what it is, better pause when I blow down

Westcoast nigga, if I pull up, it's a movie. Shrooms to the party, I had everybody groovy
More rubber bands for the money, what I do need. If I'm not that nigga, then somebody gotta prove me I'm gone

2 Door.
My nigga Chevy
Who the illest? Been runnin' shit for multi-years
Add 10 to the 5



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Cooper, Shannon Nelson
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