How Many
Okay how many bad biddies wanna act up?
Finna make a move imma ask once
How many can I fit inside a black truck?
Ain't enough room we can lap up
How many broke niggas tryna act tough?
Iono if I was broke I'd be mad too
They been begging me to do it I'd be glad to
Yeah yeah, aye
Okay how many more slaps can I make?
I'm 20 seconds in it's a plaque on the way
Okay how many real niggas can relate?
I made it out the bottom like a trap 808
I took it international and kept that shit L.A
Them niggas not as passionate I put that on my aye
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 imma let the bass do it
Okay how many bad biddies wanna act up?
Finna make a move imma ask once
How many can I fit inside a black truck?
Ain't enough room we can lap up
How many broke niggas tryna act tough?
Iono if I was broke I'd be mad too
They been begging me to do it I'd be glad to
Yeah yeah, aye
Okay ain't shit changed but the Rollie went plain
Family maintained and the homies still gang
They like what you finna do with all this loose change
Might buy a lil yachty name the boat Usain
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
Now we pop out, pull up and park crazy
Never thought I would make it this far baby
That pressure with it like potato its all gravy
Aye how you make it look this good
You know its 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 bad biddies wanna act up?
Finna make a move imma ask once
How many can I fit inside a black truck?
Ain't enough room we can lap up
How many broke niggas tryna act tough?
Iono if I was broke I'd be mad too
They been begging me to do it I'd be glad to
Yeah yeah, aye
Finna make a move imma ask once
How many can I fit inside a black truck?
Ain't enough room we can lap up
How many broke niggas tryna act tough?
Iono if I was broke I'd be mad too
They been begging me to do it I'd be glad to
Yeah yeah, aye
Okay how many more slaps can I make?
I'm 20 seconds in it's a plaque on the way
Okay how many real niggas can relate?
I made it out the bottom like a trap 808
I took it international and kept that shit L.A
Them niggas not as passionate I put that on my aye
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 imma let the bass do it
Okay how many bad biddies wanna act up?
Finna make a move imma ask once
How many can I fit inside a black truck?
Ain't enough room we can lap up
How many broke niggas tryna act tough?
Iono if I was broke I'd be mad too
They been begging me to do it I'd be glad to
Yeah yeah, aye
Okay ain't shit changed but the Rollie went plain
Family maintained and the homies still gang
They like what you finna do with all this loose change
Might buy a lil yachty name the boat Usain
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
Now we pop out, pull up and park crazy
Never thought I would make it this far baby
That pressure with it like potato its all gravy
Aye how you make it look this good
You know its 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 bad biddies wanna act up?
Finna make a move imma ask once
How many can I fit inside a black truck?
Ain't enough room we can lap up
How many broke niggas tryna act tough?
Iono if I was broke I'd be mad too
They been begging me to do it I'd be glad to
Yeah yeah, aye
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Writer(s): Matthew Dean Burdette
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