ACT THAT HARD

Yeah, yeah Please put your seatbelt on for me, please All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard? Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard? (All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars) (Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) (Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?) (Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?) She wanna eat me in traffic (Sweet, come on) I wasn't even trappin' on that 'Cause I honestly just got her number last week (Mm-hmm) I wasn't even tryna f*ck, I was sleep (Like) She don't even wanna trick, she a boss (A boss) She don't even like to cuss, she a lady (She, ayy) She don't let niggas f*ck, niggas lazy (Uh-huh) She won't even let me f*ck, 'cause I'm Baby Shit, I'm good either way, 'cause I'm player And she know I ain't trippin' on shit, got wounds in my back Been stabbed by the people that I loved More than the people I call haters I've been through that shit, it can't phase me I think I got numb, it feel just like somebody tased me In traffic right now, I'm with her and, yeah, I got a gun Wherever I go, I'ma take it All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars (Yeah) Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (Yeah) Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard? Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard? (All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars) Ayy (Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) Ayy (Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?) (Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?) All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad Catch me out in traffic with a freak (Yeah) Catch me out in traffic with that heat (Uh-huh) Catch me out in traffic with a badass bitch That love gangsta shit way more than me (Yeah) Hoppin' out the car with her bad ass (Uh) Never trust a smile with a fat ass (Go) Jonathan was always good with the numbers Wasn't worried 'bout nann, clap him out class Lookin' at the niggas that I ran past (Yeah, go) Shittin' on these niggas, I'm a damn ass (Yeah, come on) And I ain't tryna change not a goddamn thing 'bout me For you, who used to kiss my damn ass Sittin' at the Grammys, yeah, I let my fuckin' pants sag (They ain't fuckin' with Jonathan, nigga) (All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars) Yeah (Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) Yeah (Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?) (Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?) All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars (Ayy) Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (Ayy) Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard? Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard? (All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars) Woah (Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) Woah (Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?) Woah (Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?) Yeah