Bad Bad Bad lyrics

[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rose-gold seat on a f*ckin' 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 you're rare 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 n*gga sh*t, I bought my thottie a new Patek
Got a model, got a thickie, got a BM, got a stallion
Got a billion-dollar corporation, f*ck a Xanny
I got millions to go get and a couple b*tches to— uh, yeah
You my dog 'til we dead, not a question
But I can't f*ck with you like I want 'cause you ratted
Got a million dollars in the wall in the basement
Got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin' on a
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 sh*t out or save it for the children
I can deck this sh*t out and 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 seat on a f*ckin' 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 you're rare 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, f*ck 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 b*tch
Trash bag gang, I can put that on Elijah
Streets chose me, I ain't never had to sign up
Then we hittin' b*tches in the group, I make 'em line up
Beep, beep, beep, that's me, n*gga, get back
Real dopeboy, don't know how to work a Cash App
How many you got? I'll send it 'lone, bring the cash out
I been sippin' lean by the P 'til I pass out
Went to sleep 'partment, woke up in the paradise
n*ggas 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, sh*t on everybody
Bad, bad, b*tch, good head, hit her every night
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rose-gold seat on a f*ckin' 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 you're rare 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 sh*t 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
n*ggas never comin' out, then we leavin'
How could n*gga take a loss if he leavin'?
Quickly take off like I'm LeBron