Pivot Gang, Smino - Bad Boys lyrics

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 fuck, starin' like a cuck
Gang in this bitch like Wolfgang Puck
Niggas moving snow like SSX Tricky
I don't fuck with rats
So I don't watch Disney steady talking shit
That's how you come up missin'
We the bad boys like Detroit Pistons

Brand new Benz, that bitch go pew
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
Your bitch 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
Saran, saran, saran, saran
Saran, saran, saran, saran
Saran, saran, saran, saran
Saran, saran, saran, saran

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 shit
Colin Kaepernick book smart
But at heart she still act like a ratchet jit
Rapper shit, 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 I I I
Uh from Chicago though
Still tote Carhartt fleece
Disappear, long live to the dead, ayy, RIP

Brand new Benz, that bitch go pew
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
Your bitch 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
Saran, saran, saran, saran
Saran, saran, saran, saran
Saran, saran, saran, saran
Saran, saran, saran, saran

Pretty, 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 nigga 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 sex
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 Magoo
Safety off, raw form when I shoot
You can hate me now, Nasir shiny suit
Headwrap, big yak with your favorite un
Hand-in hand the pack
Since a nigga had the flavor buns
Big dawg on campus
Being major what I majored in
Long range on the sixteen, call me Peja then

Brand new Benz, that bitch go pew
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
Your bitch 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
Saran, saran, saran, saran
Saran, saran, saran, saran
Saran, saran, saran, saran
Saran, saran, saran, saran