Artist: Young Thug f/ Future, Lil Baby Album: So Much Fun Song: Bad Bad Bad Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Future] Wheezy outta here [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 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 reach this shit out or save it for the children I could dead this shit out or give it to the villains Someone they can hire when they do some killing All of the rises got [?] ceilings Loaded with a ride cost a cool million 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 [Lil Baby] Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I'm ridin' I be in the foreign, fuckin' 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, nigga, 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 [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 Take the four doors off of the jeep (Bad, bad, bad) I ain't doin' no swaps with the freak (Bad, bad, bad) We can handle this shit out in the streets, yeah I ain't goin' to her house for a meet (Bad, bad, bad) Pull up in a truck, in a [?] It ain't never coming out, it ain't leaving Fuck her [?], then we leaving