Migos - Bad and Boujee (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Bad and Boujee

Migos

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[Intro: Offset]
You know, young rich niggas,
You know, so we never really had no old money,
We got a whole lotta new money, though.
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot ya.

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top,
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', nigga,
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger,
Call up the gang, and they come and get you,
Cry me a river, give you a tissue.
My bitch is bad and boujee,
Cookin up dope with an Uzi,
My niggas is savage, ruthless,
We got 30's and 100 rounds, too.
My bitch is bad and boujee,
Cookin up dope with an Uzi,
My niggas is savage, ruthless,
We got 30's and 100 rounds, too.

[Verse 1: Offset]
Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends,
I'm ridin around in a coupe,
I take your bitch right from you,
Bitch, I'm a dog, roof!
Beat the ho walls loose,
Hop in the frog, whoo!
I tell that bitch to come comfort me,
I swear these niggas is under me,
They hate, and the devil keep jumpin me,
Bankrolls on me keep me company.
We did the most, yeah,
Pull up in Ghosts, yeah,
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 the usual,
Magic with the brick, do voodoo.
Court side with a bad bitch,
Then I send the bitch through Uber,
I'm young and rich and plus I'm boujee,
I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi.
Rackings on rackings, got backends on backends,
So my money makin my back ache,
You niggas got a low acc rate.
We from the Nawf, yeah, dat way,
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray,
Two bitches, just national smash day,
Hop in the Lamb', have a drag race,
I let them birds take a bath, bathe.

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top,
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', nigga,
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger,
Call up the gang, and they come and get you,
Cry me a river, give you a tissue.
My bitch is bad and boujee,
Cookin up dope with an Uzi,
My niggas is savage, ruthless,
We got 30's and 100 rounds, too.
My bitch is bad and boujee,
Cookin up dope with an Uzi,
My niggas is savage, ruthless,
We got 30's and 100 rounds, too.

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Pour a four, I'm droppin muddy,
Outer space, Kid Cudi,
Introduce me to your bitch ass wifey, and we know she sluttin.
Broke a brick down, nutted, butted, now that nigga duckin.
Don't move too fast, I might shoot ya,
Draco bad and boujee,
I'm always hangin with shooters,
Might be posted somewhere secluded.
Still be playin with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille,
Run with that sack, call me Boobie,
When I'm on stage show me boobies,
Ice on my neck, I'm the coolest,
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi.
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up,
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck,
I'm cookin', I'm cookin, I'm whippin,
I'm whippin into a rock up, let it lock up.
I gave her 10 racks,
I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at the pop up,
These bitches they fuck and suck dick,
And they bustin for Instagram, get your Klout up.
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway,
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway,
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK,
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it on, Macy Gray.

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top,
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', nigga,
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger,
Call up the gang, and they come and get you,
Cry me a river, give you a tissue.
My bitch is bad and boujee,
Cookin up dope with an Uzi,
My niggas is savage, ruthless,
We got 30's and 100 rounds, too.
My bitch is bad and boujee,
Cookin up dope with an Uzi,
My niggas is savage, ruthless,
We got 30's and 100 rounds, too.

[Verse 3: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
My bitch she bad to the bone, ay!
Wait, these niggas watchin',
I swear to God they be my clones.
Yeah, hey, huh!
Switchin' my hoes like my flows,
Switchin' my flows like my clothes,
Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reload.
Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew,
Cause the money come all out the roof,
Drive the 'Rari, that bitch got no roof,
Wait, what kind of 'Rari? 458.
All of these niggas, they hate,
Try to hide, shoot through the gate,
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah,
So much money they use rakes,
Count 100 thousand in your face,
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe.
Met her today, ooh,
She talk to me like she knew me, yah,
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yah,
Wakin' up right to a two-piece, yah,
Countin' that paper like loose leaf, yah,
Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yah!
Boy, you so fake, like my collar,
You snakin', I swear to God that be that Gucci, ay!
And you know we winnin',
Yeah, we is not losin',
Try to play your song, it ain't move me,
Saw your girl once, now she choosin', yeah!

[Hook: Offset]
Raindrop, drop top,
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', nigga,
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger,
Call up the gang, and they come and get you,
Cry me a river, give you a tissue.
My bitch is bad and boujee,
Cookin up dope with an Uzi,
My niggas is savage, ruthless,
We got 30's and 100 rounds, too.
My bitch is bad and boujee,
Cookin up dope with an Uzi,
My niggas is savage, ruthless,
We got 30's and 100 rounds, too.

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