Bad Boys lyrics

[Verse 1: PlayaPosseStacks]
Aye, aye
Pop out, fresh like Mannie I'm a Big Tymer
If she ain't f*ckin' turn that b*tch into a hitchhiker
I had stripes since a cub, I'm a real tiger
And when I put it in yo' b*tch 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*ggas 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*ggas 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*gga like Big Worm, I might get a perm

[Verse 2: Mike Sherm]
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*tch try to set me up, I'm beatin' her ass
Everyday it's Halloween, I keep me a mask
Hoes wanna pay a n*gga, I ain't even ask
I ain't takin' no recruits, 'cause we finna blast
Treat a b*tch like I'm Future, leave her in the past
Teach a b*tch n*gga a lesson can't give him a pass
Hoe get me outta pocket, I ain't even mad
I might f*ck a 304 when she give me cash
From the yoc city streets, now I'm in a suite
Bring a b*tch to Santa Cruz, f*ck her on the beach
In a foreign with a glick in between the seat
Chillin' wit' a thirsty ass freak, finna eat the meat
[Verse 3: PlayaPosseStacks]
Got pole everywhere, b*tch come try to tweak
You diabetic ass n*ggas better keep it sweet
I ain't gon' hesitate once, let a n*gga blink
Shoot you one on one I wink and I throw in that stink
Got stones like Steve Austin, I'm a cold stunner
I took a plane to get here, but I'm a road runner
My bank account finna look like a phone number
n*ggas say they ballin', but like Adam they got no jumper
Give a f*ck 'bout n*ggas blocks, mine I murder opps
In this b*tch with two straps like some Birkenstocks
It don't take much effort, I'll work a thot
Ran so much game on yo' b*tch we had to jersey swap
My n*ggas never touch the ball and be all in the field
I got a dawg that's concealed, I taught him to kill
Tell these labels 10 mil', they offer a deal
Cause n*gga we the bad boys like Martin and Will