Karaoké Bad and Boujee Migos & Lil Uzi Vert

You know

Young Rich

You know so we ain't really never had no old money

We got a whole lotta new money though huh

Hey

Raindrops, drop tops

Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox

Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot, thot cookin' up dope in the crockpot

We came from nothin' to somethin'

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 is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi

My is savage, ruthless

We got thirty's and hundred rounds too

My is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi

My is savage, ruthless

We got thirty's and hundred rounds too

Offset woah, woah woah, woah woah

Rackings on rackings got backends on backends

I'm ridin' around in a coupe

I take your right from you

I'm a dog, woof

Beat the ho walls loose

Hop in the frog, woah

I tell hey that to come for me

I swear these is under me

They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me

Bankrolls on me keep me company

Hey

We did the most, most yeah

Pull up in ghosts

My diamonds a choker holdin' the fire with no holster

Rick The ruler diamonds cooler

This a Rollie not a Mueller

Dabbin' on 'em like the usual magic with the brick do voodoo

Court side with a bad then I send the 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 got a low Act' rate

We from the Nawf yeah dat way

Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray

Two, just national smash day

Hop in the Lamb' have a drag race

I let them birds take a bath bae

Hey

Raindrops, drop tops

Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox

Coockin' on your

She a thot, thot, thot cookin' up dope in the crockpot

We came from nothin' to somethin'

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 is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi

My is savage, ruthless

We got thirty's and hundred rounds too

My is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi

My is savage, ruthless

We got thirty's and hundred rounds too

Pour a four

I'm droppin' muddy outer space

KiD CuDi

Introduce me to your wifey and we know she sluttin'

Broke a brick down nutty buddy now that duckin'

Don't move too fast

I might shoot you

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 in the cooler

I'm cookin', I'm cookin'

I'm whippin', I'm whippin' into a rock up, let it lock up

I gave her ten racks

I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at the pop up

These they and and they bustin' for Instagram get your clout 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 trap with the AK

Yeah dat way

Big dyke ho get it on

Macy Gray

Raindrops drop tops

Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox

On your she a thot, thot, thot cookin' up dope in the crockpot

We came from nothin' to somethin'

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 is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi

My is savage, ruthless

We got thirty's and hundred rounds too

My is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi

My is savage, ruthless

We got thirty's and hundred rounds too

Glah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

My she bad to the bone

Wait, these 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

Oh, oh, now she won't with my crew

'Cos the money come all out the roof

Drive the 'Rari, that got no roof

Wait

What kind of 'Rari?

Four fifty eight

All of these they hate

Try to hide shoot through the gate

Look

Go to the strip club make it rain

So much money they use rakes

Count a hundred thousand in your face

Yeah they put three hundred right in the safe

Met her today

She talk to me like she knew me

Go to sleep in a ja'coszi wakin' up right to a two piece

Countin' that paper like loose leaf

Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese

Boy you so fake like my collar you snakin'

I swear to God that be that Gucci

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, yeah

Raindrops drop tops

Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox

Fuckin' on your bicth she a thot, thot, thot cookin' up dope in the crockpot

We came from nothin' to somethin'

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 is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi

My is savage, ruthless

We got thirty's and hundred rounds too

My is bad and boujee cookin' up dope with a uzi

My is savage, ruthless

We got thirty's and hundred rounds too