How Many

Lyrics

[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