ACT THAT HARD

Yeah, yeah Please get your seatbelt on for me, please All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard (All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars) (Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) (Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard) (Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard) She wanna eat me in traffic, sweet, come on I weren't even trippin' on that 'Cause I honestly just got her number last week (mm-hm) I wasn't even tryna fuck, I was sleep (like) She don't even wanna trick, she a boss (a boss) She don't even like to cut, she a lady (she, ay) She don't let niggas fuck, niggas lazy (uh-huh) She won't even let me fuck, 'cause I'm baby Shit, I'm good either way, 'cause I'm player And she know I ain't trippin' on shit, got wounds in my back Been stabbed by the people that I loved More than the people I call haters I've been through that shit, it can't phase me I think I got numb, it feel just like somebody tased me In traffic right now, I'm with her and, yeah, I got a gun Wherever I go, I'ma take it All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars (yeah) Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (yeah) Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars (ayy) Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (ayy) Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars Catch me out trappin' with a badass broad Catch me out trappin' with a freak (yeah) Catch me out trappin' with that heat (uh-huh) Catch me out trappin' with a badass bitch That love gangsta shit way more than me (yeah) Hoppin' out the car with her badass (uh) Never trust a smile, look at fat ass (go) Jonathan was always good with the numbers Weren't worried 'bout nothin', clasp the matte black Lookin' at the niggas that I ran past (yeah, go) Shittin' on these niggas, I'm a damn ass (yeah, come on) And I ain't tryna change not a goddamn thing 'bout me For you, who used to kiss my damn ass Sittin' at the Grammys, yeah, I let my fuckin' pants sag (They ain't fuckin' with Jonathan, nigga) All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars (yeah) Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (yeah) Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars (ayy) Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (ayy) Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars (woah) Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (woah) Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard (woah) Niggas ain't hard, but they act that hard (woah) Yeah