Smino - Bad Boys lyrics

[Verse 1: Joseph Chillams] 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 f**, starin' like a cuck Gang in this b**h like Wolfgang Puck n***as moving snow like SSX Tricky I don't f** with rats, so I don't watch Disney Steady talking sh**, that's how you come up missin' We the bad boys like Detroit Pistons [Chorus: Smino] Brand new Benz, that b**h go pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew Your b**h 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 Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal [Verse 2: Saba] 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 sh**, Colin Kaepernick Book smart, but at heart she still act like a ratchet jit Rapper sh**, 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 [Chorus: Smino] Brand new Benz, that b**h go pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew Your b**h 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 Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal [Verse 3: MFnMelo] Gritty, 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 n***a 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 s** 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 my goo Safety off, raw form when I shoot You can hate me now, now it's you in shiny suit Headwrap, big yak with your favorite un Hand-in-hand the pack, since a n***a had the flavor buns Big dawg on campus, being major what I majored in Long range on the sixteen, call me pager then [Chorus: Smino] Brand new Benz, that b**h go pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew Your b**h 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 Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal Surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal, surreal