Bad Bad Bad Lyrics - Young Thug

[Intro] 

Wheezy outta here 

[Chorus: Young Thug] 

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 

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[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 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 

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[Chorus: Young Thug] 

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 

[Verse 2: Lil Baby] 

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 

[Chorus: Young Thug] 

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 

[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 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