Lyrics Bad Boys - Smino, SABA, MFnMelo

Bad Boys

I don’t got her number, I don’t got her number
Up and disappeared like a post on Tumblr
Up and disappeared like Samantha Mumba
Up and disappeared like gas in a Hummer
I don’t got her number, I don’t got her number
Her tongue got me stuck, call it Dumb and Dumber
Never gave no fuck, starin' like a cuck
Gang in this bitch like Wolfgang Puck
Niggas moving snow like SSX Tricky
I don’t fuck with rats, so I don’t watch Disney
Steady talking shit, that’s how you come up missin'
We the bad boys like Detroit Pistons
Brand new Benz, that bitch go pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
Your bitch thinks that I’m so cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cute
Push back on it like a cuticle, cuticle
Disappear like what my roof’ll do, roof’ll do
Saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran
Saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran
Once upon a time it wasn’t long ago
I know that you heard these stories all before, ayy
We just did a jugg at what you call a show
I sleep in a high tower like Steve Harvey show, uh
She drop a jaw like we rob Deebo, uh
That’s on mamas like I’m a Migo (Mama)
I don’t need no rapper plug, no co' (Signer)
They was jumpin' off the porch, coyote, roadrunner
Back again, Fabo, D4L, ayy, what’s happenin'?
Adamant, I die for that shit, Colin Kaepernick
Book smart, but at heart she still act like a ratchet jit
Rapper shit, knew I had a hit soon as they add a kick, yeah
Y’all know I’m me, I’m a star, Jar Jar Binks, uh
I’m the best alive, Lil Wayne, Carter III, uh
From Chicago though, still tote Carhartt fleece
Disappear, long live to the dead, ayy, RIP
Brand new Benz, that bitch go pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
Your bitch thinks that I’m so cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cute
Push back on it like a cuticle, cuticle
Disappear like what my roof’ll do, roof’ll do
Saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran
Saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran
Pretty, young, and tender like my chicken, sauce like teriyaki
Wake up with a vixen, reindeer, I slay tsunami (Slayer)
Bravo to my boy, long live that nigga Johnny (Player)
Smelly pack be yelly, yeah, you know I keep it on me
290, I was on it, O’Hare to LAX
Shawty kinda polar, bi be the sex
And her system feelin' solar, that full moon effect
Late night talking, you know bold be the texts
Keep it risky, publicly get private kissy
Freak on like Missy, she just tryna get Magoo
Safety off, raw form when I shoot
You can hate me now, Nasir shiny suit
Headwrap, big yak with your favorite un
Hand-in-hand the pack, since a nigga had the flavor buns
Big dawg on campus, being major what I majored in
Long range on the sixteen, call me Peja then
Brand new Benz, that bitch go pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
Your bitch thinks that I’m so cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cu-cute
Push back on it like a cuticle, cuticle
Disappear like what my roof’ll do, roof’ll do
Saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran
Saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran, saran