Lyrics

[Intro] (Wheezy outta here) [Chorus: Young Thug] 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 you're rare 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 [Verse 1: Young Thug] 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 dog '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 basement Got it stepped-on, got it hard, got it crackin' on a Half a million, I just did a warm-up for half a million, uh, uh, mmm I can buy the buildin' I can rent this shit out or save it for the children I can deck this shit out and give it to the villains Somewhere they can hide when they do some killin' All of the rides got grenade ceilings Loaded with a ride, cost a cool million [Chorus: Young Thug] 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 you're rare 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 [Verse 2: Lil Baby] Paper tag, peanut butter seats, I'm ridin' I be in the foreign, 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 dopeboy, don't know how to work a Cash App How many you got? I'll send it 'lone, bring the cash out I been sippin' lean by the P 'til I pass out Went to sleep 'partment, 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 truck, come through, shit on everybody Bad, bad, bitch, good head, hit her every night [Chorus: Young Thug] 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 you're rare 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 [Outro: Young Thug] 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