Bad Boy V1 (OG) lyrics

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Yeah
(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Young Thug]
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy
Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy
Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat even though I'm a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me 'fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go, yeah)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Yeah, ha, get up
Ballin' on your n*gga, no pick up (Yeah)
Don't got a gun, better get one (Yeah)
So many weapons, I pick one (Yeah)
My chopper at Elliott
Arrival took thirty minutes
Just to go put the clip on (Yeah)
I DM your b*tch, I ask her for her face
I need somethin' to put my di*k on
These n*ggas be leechin'
Lookin' for a wave to steal, a wave to get on
Them be the same n*ggas that I told myself I was finna go get rich and go sh*t on
I've always been a bully
Rather pick on a motherf*cker than get picked on
Everybody wanna talk tough
When the Draco out lips ziplock
[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Young Thug]
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy
Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy
Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat even though I'm a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me 'fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go, yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I've been drinking red, rasp', boy (Red, yeah)
I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh
Overseas, hundreds gettin', b*tch, croissants (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Sticky, sticky Ricky, I smoke Skittles, not no sticky (Sticky)
I shot at his mommy, now he no longer mention me (Thot, thot)
You say you want smoke and I've been comin' down the chimney (Woah)
You got' barbecue your b*tches, I'moh so fried and they crispy (Ooh)
I had on Margielas when I shot at the c*nt (Murk)
Act like you want war and they gon' smoke you like a blunt (Smoke you like a blunt)
I'm just keeping it real with ya, I'm just bein' blunt (I'm just being blunt)
Porsche Carrera got the pipes out the back like a skunk, yeah (Skrrt)
Skrrt-skrrt
Skrrt-skrrt
That's just the sound of the 'Vette (Skrrt), I keep me the 'Vette (Skrrt)
I keep me a text (Skrrt), I read your message (Skrrt)
I bust on her chest (Skrrt), I made a mess (Skrrt)
I hope for the best (Skrrt), gold like a chest (Skrrt)
I be the best (Skrrt), I got the neck (Skrrt)
I can turn a check (Skrrt), live like Project X (Skrrt, skrrt)
[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Young Thug]
Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy
Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy
Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat even though I'm a sad boy
You better watch the way you breathe around me 'fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go, yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I've been drinking red, rasp', boy (Red, yeah)
I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr)
Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh
Overseas, hundreds gettin', b*tch, croissants (Yeah)