[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Can you put your seatbelt on for me, please?

[Chorus]
All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars
Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad
N***as ain't hard, but they act that hard
N***as 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)
(N***as ain't hard, but they act that hard)
(N***as ain't hard, but they act that hard)

[Verse 1]
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-hmm)
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 cuss, she a lady (She—, ayy)
She don't let n***as fuck, n***as 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
[Chorus]
All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars (Yeah)
Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad (Yeah)
N***as ain't hard, but they act that hard
N***as 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
(N***as ain't hard, but they act that hard)
(N***as ain't hard, but they act that hard)

[Verse 2]
All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars
Catch me out trappin' with a badass broad
Catch me out in traffic with a freak (Yeah)
Catch me out in traffic with that heat (Uh-huh)
Catch me out in traffic with a badass bitch that love gangster shit way more than me (Yeah)
Hoppin' out the car with a badass (Uh)
Never trust a smile, love fat ass (Go)
Jonathan was always good with the numbers
Weren't worried 'bout nothin', clasp the matte black
Lookin' at the n***as that I ran past (Yeah, go)
Shittin' on these n***as, I'm a damn ass (Yeah, come on)
And I ain't tryna change not a goddamn thing 'bout me
For you, or you can kiss my damn ass
Even at the Grammys, yeah, I let my fuckin' pants sag
(They ain't fuckin' with Jonathan, n***a)
[Chorus]
(All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars) Yeah
(Catch me out in traffic with a badass broad) Yeah
(N***as ain't hard, but they act that hard)
(N***as 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)
N***as ain't hard, but they act that hard
N***as 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
(N***as ain't hard, but they act that hard) Woah
(N***as ain't hard, but they act that hard)

[Outro]
Woah, yeah