BBY BAD (feat. Delgazzzy, Young Sonnel & San Andres) - Huguet

Wheezy outta here Rose gold seat 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 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, mm I could buy the buildin' I could rent this shit out and save it for the children I could dead this shit out and give it to the villains Somewhere they can hide when they do some killing All of the rides got grenade ceilings Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million Rose gold seat 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 Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I'm ridin' I be in the foreign, I 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 Streets 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 dope boy, 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 a 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 Rose gold seat on a fucking 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 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

With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on Finna mask up, go duck dodger Face paint on like Heath, pardon my interruption Old soul, young bod, Benjamin button Hand me a wrap I can fill it with something Rock in my chair Imma be here a minute But smoking on something that make me feel lifted Hold up Only in the H will I pull up, wait Bad chick calling my phone up Wrong number hoe, I got some shit to do So I gotta go I'm in VA chilling with bro He got the smoke, got it for low I'm taking that shit and I'm flipping in higher You need some dick I'm the best supplier No Jim Carrey, ain't no Liar, Liar Midas in my glove Midas, Midas in my glove Yeah you think you fuckin golden but I do not give a fuck All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on Shits starting out to get oppressive I might have to check on the peasants Priest like a reverend But I talked to the rabbi to ease my depression See I seek out the ones who gonna help And you seek out the ones who gonna hide from the message See I don't play with the cards I was dealt I hop in the lab and then make a profession I treat the game like a double, I'm working from morning to close And throw out my rolls, and hop in the Rolls Double R baby, a rose from a rose My mom was a goddess, you know how that goes Aphrodite had the sun that arose God of fear that I properly chose So don't even come to me with all that bullshit you probably on Midas in my glove Midas, Midas in my glove Yeah you think you fuckin golden but I do not give a fuck All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on