LYRIC




“Bad And Boujee”
(feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

You know young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lot of new money though, hah
If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya

Raindrop, drop top drop top
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox cookie
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot thot
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, pot
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga hey
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger nobody
Call up the gang, they come and get you gang
Cry me a river, give you a tissue hey
My bitch is bad and boujee bad
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi blaow
My niggas is savage, ruthless savage
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too grrah
My bitch is bad and boujee bad
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi dope
My niggas is savage, ruthless hey
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too glah

Offset, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe coupe
I take your bitch right from you you
Bitch I’m a dog, woof grrr
Beat that ho walls loose hey
Hop in the frog, whoa skrt
I tell that bitch don’t come for me come for me
I swear these niggas they under me hey
They hate and the devil keep jumpin’ me jumpin’ me
Bankrolls on me keep me company cash
We do the most, yeah
Pull up in Ghosts, yeah woo
My diamonds a choker glah
Holdin’ the fire with no holster blaow
Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler cooler
This a Rollie not a Mueller hey
Dabbin’ on ’em like the usual dab
Magic with the brick, do voodoo magic
Court side with a bad bitch bitch
Then I send the bitch through Uber go
I’m young and rich and plus I’m boujee hey
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi rrrah
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends
So my money makin’ my back ache
You niggas got a low Act’ rate Act
We from the Nawf, yeah that way Nawf
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray cookie
Two bitches, just national smash day smash
Hop in the Lamb’, have a drag race skrt
I let them birds take a bath bae brrrrr

Raindrops, drop tops drop top
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox cookie
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot thot
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, pot
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga hey
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger nobody
Call up the gang, they come and get you gang
Cry me a river, give you a tissue hey
My bitch is bad and boujee bad
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi blaow
My niggas is savage, ruthless savage
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too grrah
My bitch is bad and boujee bad
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi dope
My niggas is savage, ruthless hey
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too glah
Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer space, Kid Cudi drank
Introduce me to your bitch-ass wifey and we know she sluttin
Broke a brick down, nutty buddy, now that nigga ducking
Don’t move too fast I might shoot you huh?
Draco bad and boujee Draco
I’m always hangin’ with shooters brrah
Might be posted somewhere secluded private
Still be playin’ with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie run with it
When I’m on stage show me boobies ay
Ice on my neck, I’m the coolest ice
How about the suicide with the Uzi? pew-pew-pew
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs in the cooler skrt
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’, I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up lock up
I gave her 10 racks, I told her go shoppin’ and spend it all at the pop up (ten
These bitches they fuck and suck dick and they bustin’ for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, that way, float on the track like a Segway go
Yeah, that way, I used to trap by the subway trappin
Yeah, that way, young nigga trap with the AK trrah
Yeah, that way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray hey

Raindrops, drop tops drop top
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox cookie
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot thot
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, pot
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga hey
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger nobody
Call up the gang, they come and get you gang
Cry me a river, give you a tissue hey
My bitch is bad and boujee bad
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi blaow
My niggas is savage, ruthless savage
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too grrah
My bitch is bad and boujee bad
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi dope
My niggas is savage, ruthless hey
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too glah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bitch she bad to the bone, ay
Wait, these niggas watchin’, I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh, switchin’ my hoes like my flows what?
Switchin’ my flows like my clothes like what?
Keep on shootin’ that gun, don’t reload
Oh, oh, now she won’t fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the ‘Rari, that bitch got no roof skrt
Wait, what kind of Rari 458 damn
All of these niggas, they hate they hate
Try to hide shoot through the gate
Look, go to the strip club, make it rain rain
So much money they use rakes
Count 100, 000 in your face in your face
Yeah, they put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, oh
She talk to me like she knew me, yeah
Go to sleep in a Jacuzzi, yeah
Yeah, wakin’ up right to a two piece, yeah
Countin’ that paper like loose leaf, yeah
Gettin’ that chicken with blue cheese, yeah
Yeah, boy you so fat like my collar
You snakin’, I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay
And you know we winnin winnin
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once now she choose me, yeah

Raindrops, drop tops drop top
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox cookie
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot thot
Cookin’ up dope in the crockpot, pot
We came from nothin’ to somethin’ nigga hey
I don’t trust nobody grip the trigger nobody
Call up the gang, they come and get you gang
Cry me a river, give you a tissue hey
My bitch is bad and boujee bad
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi blaow
My niggas is savage, ruthless savage
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too grrah
My bitch is bad and boujee bad
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi dope
My niggas is savage, ruthless hey
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too glah




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