DaBaby - ACT THAT HARD Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
Please put 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, why they act that hard?
Niggas ain't hard, why 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, why they act that hard?)
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)

She wanna eat me in traffic (Sweet, come on)
I wasn't even trappin' 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 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, why they act that hard?
Niggas ain't hard, why 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, why they act that hard?)
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)

All the bad bitches love fast-ass cars
Catch me out in traffic 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 gangsta shit way more than me (Yeah)
Hoppin' out the car with her bad ass (Uh)
Never trust a smile with a fat ass (Go)
Jonathan was always good with the numbers
Wasn't worried 'bout nann, clap him out class
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, why they act that hard?)
(Niggas ain't hard, why 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, why they act that hard?
Niggas ain't hard, why 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, why they act that hard?) Woah
(Niggas ain't hard, why they act that hard?)

Yeah