IamSu!, Hella Rawh! - Bad 2 the Bone lyrics
[IamSu!, Hella Rawh! - Bad 2 the Bone lyrics]
Bad to the bone, bad to the bone
Bad to the bone, bad to the bone
Okay young Su, ask her to come through
She begging to come slide
She know how the boy ride
I got rims on the, whip, sittin' high
All white like, cool whip, we them guys
Ain't no time for them cliques
It's HBK gang, who I move with
Hit her with that pool stick
8 ball in the corner pocket
Bitch it's game time
Hate y'all buying producers to
Copy paste lines
I ain't talking trade rumors
Bitch I'm in another league
They drowning in the waves, I made
They can't breathe
Got 'em in the mirror like damn it can't be
It's like these niggas blind
I'm something they can't see
Bad to the bone, make her dance to the song
Call her up on FaceTime
Just to see her through the phone
Baby bad to the bone
Get the cash 'till I'm gone
I got big bank on me
Throw them racks if I want
Baby bad to the bone, bad to the bone
Baby bad to the bone, bad to the bone
I just hit the mall, got a new fit
I went from McD's to Ruth's Chris
I got 'em waiting on the new shit
You are not the real deal, you a knock off
Me on the beat is like some
Wings with the hot sauce
Perfect combination, ain't no conversation
Every day we eating
We don't need no reservations
Every single weekend is like
We are on vacation
But we don't take no days off
So every thing is paid off, for real
The money that you made off your deal
That's what I made off t-shirts
Go sit in the bleachers
Hold up, lil' homie wait in line
You know it's me first
Woke up out a cookie coma
Zoning out that reefer
Bad to the bone, make her dance to the song
Call her up on FaceTime
Just to see her through the phone
Baby bad to the bone
Get the cash 'till I'm gone
I got big bank on me
Throw them racks if I want
Baby bad to the bone, bad to the bone
Baby bad to the bone, bad to the bone
Bad to the bone, bad to the bone
Okay young Su, ask her to come through
She begging to come slide
She know how the boy ride
I got rims on the, whip, sittin' high
All white like, cool whip, we them guys
Ain't no time for them cliques
It's HBK gang, who I move with
Hit her with that pool stick
8 ball in the corner pocket
Bitch it's game time
Hate y'all buying producers to
Copy paste lines
I ain't talking trade rumors
Bitch I'm in another league
They drowning in the waves, I made
They can't breathe
Got 'em in the mirror like damn it can't be
It's like these niggas blind
I'm something they can't see
Bad to the bone, make her dance to the song
Call her up on FaceTime
Just to see her through the phone
Baby bad to the bone
Get the cash 'till I'm gone
I got big bank on me
Throw them racks if I want
Baby bad to the bone, bad to the bone
Baby bad to the bone, bad to the bone
I just hit the mall, got a new fit
I went from McD's to Ruth's Chris
I got 'em waiting on the new shit
You are not the real deal, you a knock off
Me on the beat is like some
Wings with the hot sauce
Perfect combination, ain't no conversation
Every day we eating
We don't need no reservations
Every single weekend is like
We are on vacation
But we don't take no days off
So every thing is paid off, for real
The money that you made off your deal
That's what I made off t-shirts
Go sit in the bleachers
Hold up, lil' homie wait in line
You know it's me first
Woke up out a cookie coma
Zoning out that reefer
Bad to the bone, make her dance to the song
Call her up on FaceTime
Just to see her through the phone
Baby bad to the bone
Get the cash 'till I'm gone
I got big bank on me
Throw them racks if I want
Baby bad to the bone, bad to the bone
Baby bad to the bone, bad to the bone