CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Bad Boys
Aye, aye
Pop out, fresh like Mannie I'm a Big Tymer
If she ain't f**kin' turn that b*t*h into a hitchhiker
I had stripes since a cub, I'm a real tiger
And when I put it in yo' b*t*h it's gon' feel tighter
I-I know around 30 plugs, 25 swipers
We from the bottom now we trappin' out them highrisers
On yo' block with the smoke, we got like 5 lighters
Hop out with that sh*t wherever, we some skydivers
You ain't never in the field, you a pine rider
Finna get rich like 50 or gon' die tryin'
You try to pull a skit on me and you gon' die slidin'
But you n***as like Osama y'all gon' die hidin'
I'm steady talkin' sh*t I feel like Richard Sherm
Playa Posse sh*t I'm gettin' rich with Sherm
Made mistakes in the past, but you live and learn
This for my n***as doing life who won't get a turn
Doing 80 down the street, I just missed a turn
But I'm finna double back like I got sticks to burn
'Bout my money, I mean business like I'm in a firm
Smoke a n***a like Big Worm, I might get a perm
Shoutout my cudi Stacks, it's deeper than rap
They put the lames in the front, so we in the back
Like a Mac, with the strap, it be on my lap
Everyday I make a rack then keep it a stack
A b*t*h try to set me up, I'm beatin' her ass
Everyday it's Halloween, I keep me a mask
Hoes wanna pay a n***a, I ain't even ask
I ain't takin' no recruits, 'cause we finna blast
Treat a b*t*h like I'm Future, leave her in the past
Teach a b*t*h n***a a lesson can't give him a pass
Hoe get me outta pocket, I ain't even mad
I might f**k a 304 when she give me cash
From the yoc city streets, now I'm in a suite
Bring a b*t*h to Santa Cruz, f**k her on the beach
In a foreign with a glick in between the seat
Chillin' wit' a thirsty ass freak, finna eat the meat
Pop out, fresh like Mannie I'm a Big Tymer
If she ain't f**kin' turn that b*t*h into a hitchhiker
I had stripes since a cub, I'm a real tiger
And when I put it in yo' b*t*h it's gon' feel tighter
I-I know around 30 plugs, 25 swipers
We from the bottom now we trappin' out them highrisers
On yo' block with the smoke, we got like 5 lighters
Hop out with that sh*t wherever, we some skydivers
You ain't never in the field, you a pine rider
Finna get rich like 50 or gon' die tryin'
You try to pull a skit on me and you gon' die slidin'
But you n***as like Osama y'all gon' die hidin'
I'm steady talkin' sh*t I feel like Richard Sherm
Playa Posse sh*t I'm gettin' rich with Sherm
Made mistakes in the past, but you live and learn
This for my n***as doing life who won't get a turn
Doing 80 down the street, I just missed a turn
But I'm finna double back like I got sticks to burn
'Bout my money, I mean business like I'm in a firm
Smoke a n***a like Big Worm, I might get a perm
Shoutout my cudi Stacks, it's deeper than rap
They put the lames in the front, so we in the back
Like a Mac, with the strap, it be on my lap
Everyday I make a rack then keep it a stack
A b*t*h try to set me up, I'm beatin' her ass
Everyday it's Halloween, I keep me a mask
Hoes wanna pay a n***a, I ain't even ask
I ain't takin' no recruits, 'cause we finna blast
Treat a b*t*h like I'm Future, leave her in the past
Teach a b*t*h n***a a lesson can't give him a pass
Hoe get me outta pocket, I ain't even mad
I might f**k a 304 when she give me cash
From the yoc city streets, now I'm in a suite
Bring a b*t*h to Santa Cruz, f**k her on the beach
In a foreign with a glick in between the seat
Chillin' wit' a thirsty ass freak, finna eat the meat
