Bad and Boujee

Lyrics

Raindrops, droptop
 Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
 Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot
 Cookin' up dope in the crockpot
 We came from nothin' to somthin', brah
 I don't trust nobody grip the ah
 Call up the gang, and they come for ya
 My bitch is bad and boujee
 Cookin' up dope with the Uzi
 My hittas a savage, ruthless
 We got 30's and 100 rounds too
 So, my bitch is bad and boujee
 Cookin' up dope with the Uzi
 My hittas a savage, ruthless
 We got 30's and 100 rounds too
 Willy will, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
 Rackings and rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
 I'm ridin' around in a coupe
 I take your bitch right from you
 Bitch I'm a dog (roof)
 Beat the hoe walls loose
 Hop in the frog
 I tell that bitch to come confort me
 Swear all these hittas is under me
 They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me
 Bankrolls on me keep me company
 Aye, we did the most
 Pull up in ghosts
 My diamonds a choker
 Holdin' the fire with no holster
 Rick the ruler, diamonds cooler
 This a rollie, not a muller
 Dabbin' on 'em like usual
 Magic with the brick, do voodoo
 Courtside with a bad bitch
 Then I send the bitch an uber
 Young and rich and plus I'm bougie
 Try'na make my life a movie
 Raindrops, droptop
 Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
 Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot
 Cookin' up dope in the crockpot
 We came from nothin' to somethin', brah
 I don't trust nobody grip the ah
 Call up the gang, and they come for ya
 My bitch is bad and boujee
 Cookin' up dope with the Uzi
 My hittas a savage, ruthless
 We got 30's and 100 rounds too
 My bitch is bad and boujee
 Cookin' up dope with the Uzi
 My hittas a savage, ruthless
 We got 30's and 100 rounds too
 Don't owe nobody, owe nobody
 Always on the job, I got no hobbies
 Got my city fuckin' with me 'cause I'm homegrown
 Vibin' out more than my phone though
 Leave me 'lone, me on my own though
 I cut that bitch off like an edit
 My daddy a G, its genetics
 I heard ya new shit, its pathetic
 And your contract should be shredded
 Took my dogs on a private jet from the public housing
 I kept it G, yeah, one thousand
 Clique star- studded like the paramoumt mountain
 Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back
 Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
 Knew that ass was real, when I hit, it bounced back
 You ain't getting checks, yeah yeah yeah chi chi
 Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back
 I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
 D town LAX, every week I bounce back
 If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back
 Raindrops, droptop
 Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
 Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot
 Cookin' up dope in the crockpot
 We came from nothin' to somethin', brah
 I don't trust nobody grip the ah
 Call up the gang, and they come for ya
 My bitch is bad and boujee
 Cookin' up dope with the Uzi
 My hittas a savage, ruthless
 We got 30's and 100 rounds too
 My bitch is bad and boujee
 Cookin' up dope with the Uzi
 My hittas a savage, ruthless
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:32
Key
5
Tempo
123 BPM

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