Young Thug – Bad Bad Bad lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rose gold seat on a fucking helicopter
Double C, on Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it in your Rafs and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothing
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you're bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm riding
And I'm sliding in her, sideways, now she call me her Zaddy

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
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 dollars, 'cause I'm rich, 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 Bentley
Got a step down, got it hard, got it cracking on her
Half a million, I just need a warm up
Half a million, uh, uh, mm, I could buy the building
I could rent this shit out or save it for the children
I could dead this shit out or give it to the villains
Somewhere they can hide when they do some killing
All of the rides got grenade ceilings
Loaded with a ride cost a cool million

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rose gold seat on a fucking helicopter
Double C, on Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it in your Rafs and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothing
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you're bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm riding
And I'm sliding 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, I fuck with slime, we tatted (Slatt)
Different color Diors on my feet, I couldn't decide one
Never tap the baddest, she done make that set my side bitch
Trash bag gang, I can put that on the logic
Street shows me, I ain't never had to sign up
Then we havin' bitches in the group, I make 'em line up
Beep, beep, beep, that's me, nigga, get back
Real dope boys, don't know how to work a CashApp
How many of us they go in the law, I mean to cash out
I been sipping lean 'til I pee, 'til I pass out
When the streets part me, 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 drip, come through, shit on everybody
Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Rose gold seat on a fucking helicopter
Double C, on Chanel, 'cause she bad, bad, bad
Ridin' Kawasaki, I could cop you a new 'Rari
Let you ride it in your Rafs and you're bad, bad, bad
No playin', no Atari, I won't play with you for nothing
I can eat you like Hibachi 'cause you're bad, bad, bad
I just took the doors off the 'Ghini, now I'm riding
And I'm sliding 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 the freak, uh (Bad, bad, bad)
We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah (Bad, bad, bad)
I ain't goin' to her house for a meeting (Bad, bad, bad)
Pull up in a truck, in a ceilin'
Niggas never coming out, it ain't leaving
Fuck her [?], then we leaving
Quickly take off like a [?]