Letra de How Many - Blxst

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

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 stamped heavyweight

Pull up in something pretty, 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

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

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

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

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