Bad Boys Trevor Spitta (Ft. Tommy Richman)

[Intro]
Dispatch
It looks like we got a couple of
Bad Boys in town

[Chorus]
Okay them them Bad Boys are back in town
Them Bad Boys are back in town
Them Bad Boys are back in town
Them Bad Boys are back in town
Let′s go Okay let's go, Okay let′s go
Okay let’s go, Okay let's go
Okay let′s go, Okay let′s go

[Verse 1]
Okay Bad Boy
I'm fly in the street like a pigeon
Bad Boy I don′t need permission
Jumped off stage at my damn audition
Car C02, the way that I whip it
Margiela shoe, fuck it I’m skipping
Bad Boys are back in town and we all getting down
Baby pay me a visit
Way that I dance, you′d think that it's ants in my pants
Nah, just a couple bands
I′m on the sand, ten SPF in my hand
Just trying to catch a lil' tan
Soon as I land, I drive head down and blam
I don't need no jelly I slam
Necklace hang, all different colors they dance
I look like a damn pack of crayons
All of my bros incredible, hoes bisexual, pockets are vegetables
Baggy ass pants need room for my testicles
Baby wassup you unforgettable, tryna get hot and sexual
I like commas I′m anti-decimal, money real long real stretchable (stretchy)
Yes sir I′m feeling dangerous
I cannot support a business going paperless
'Cuz I keep cash on me that′s right
And I like a lil' ass on it that′s tight
And I need a lil' bag on me tonight, let′s go