Bad Bad Bad lyrics

[Intro]

Wheezy outta here

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter

Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad

Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari

Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad

No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin'

I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad

I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin'

And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

Rich nigga shit, I bought my thottie a new Patek

Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion

Got a billion dollar corporation, fuck a Xanny

I got millions to go get and a couple bitches to–uh, yeah

You my dawg 'til we dead, not a question

But I can't fuck with you like I want 'cause you ratted

Got a million dollars in the wall, in the band'

And got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin' on her

Half a million, I just did a warm up for half a million, uh, uh, mmm

I can buy the buildin'

I can rent this shit out or save it for the children

I can dead this shit out or give it to the villains

Somewhere they can hide when they do some killin'

All of the rides got grenade ceilings

Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter

Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad

Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari

Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad

No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin'

I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad

I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin'

And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]

Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I'm ridin'

I be in the foreign, fuck with slime, we tied in (Slatt)

Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn't decide which

Never talked about it, she done made herself my side bitch

Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah

Street chose me, I ain't never had to sign up

Then we hittin' bitches in the group, I make 'em line up

Beep, beep, beep, that's me, nigga, get back

Real dopeboy, don't know how to work a CashApp

How many you got? I'll send it 'lone, bring the cash out

I been sippin' lean, 'bout to pee 'til I pass out

Went to sleep 'partment, woke up in the paradise

Niggas stealin' drip but it don't matter, they don't wear it right

They don't even speak but I can see I got 'em terrified

Double R truck, come through, shit on everybody

Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night

[Chorus: Young Thug]

Rose gold seats on a fuckin' helicopter

Double C, no Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad

Ridin' Kawasaki, and I could cop you a new 'Rari

Let you ride it, know your route and you're bad, bad, bad

No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothin'

I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you bad, bad, bad

I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm ridin'

And I'm slidin' in her sideways, now she call me her zaddy

[Outro: Young Thug]

Take the four doors off of the Jeep (Bad, bad, bad)

I ain't doin' no swaps with a freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)

We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)

I ain't goin' to a house for a meetin', yeah (Bad, bad, bad)

Pull up in a truck, any season

Niggas never comin' out, then we leavin'

How could nigga take a loss if he leavin'?

Quickly take off like I'm LeBron

• Artist:Young Thug
• Album:So Much Fun