Young Thug, Lil Baby - Bad Bad Bad lyrics

Wheezy outta here

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

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

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

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

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
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