How Many

[Chorus]

Okay, how many bad biddies wanna act up?

Finna make a move, l'ma ask once

How many can I fit inside a black truck? (Seven, eight)

Ain't enough room, we can lap up

How many broke niggas tryna act tough? (How many?)

L'on know, if I was broke, l'd be mad too (Ayy)

They been begging me to do it, I'd be glad to

Yeah, yeah, ayy

[Verse 1]

Okay, how many more slaps can I make? (Okay)

I'm twenty seconds in, it's a plaque on the way

Okay, how many real niggas can relate? (Hey)

Made it out the bottom like a trap 808

I took it international and kept that shit L.A. (For real)

Them niggas not as passionate, I put that on my ayy

The real people champ, yeah, I'm stampеd heavyweight

Pull up in something prеtty, 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, l'ma let the bass do it

[Chorus]

Okay, how many (Yeah) bad biddies wanna act up?

Finna make a move, l'ma ask once

How many can I fit inside a black truck? (Seven, eight)

Ain't enough room, we can lap up

How many broke niggas tryna act tough? (How many?)

L'on know, if I was broke, l'd be mad too (Ayy)

They been begging me to do it, I'd be glad to

Yeah, yeah, ayy

[Verse 2]

Okay, ain't shit changed but the Rollie went plain (Yeah)

Family maintained and the homies still gang (Okay)

They like, "What you finna do with all this loose change?"

Might buy a lil' yachty, name the boat Usain (Yeah)

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 (Stars gazing)

Now we pop out, pull up and park crazy (Park crazy)

Never thought I would make it this far, baby

That pressure with it like potato, it's all gravy

Ayy (Ayy), how you make it look this good?

You know it's 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

[Chorus]

Okay, how many (Yeah) bad biddies wanna act up?

Finna make a move, l'ma ask once

How many can I fit inside a black truck? (Seven, eight)

Ain't enough room, we can lap up

How many broke niggas tryna act tough? (How many?)

L'on know, if I was broke, l'd be mad too (Ayy)

They been begging me to do it, I'd be glad to

Yeah, yeah, ayy