Bad Bad Lyrics

Skrt on the low, when you rent you can duck it

Hundred round drum, call it Benjamin buckets

I tell a joke and it really ain't funny but that ain't gon keep her from laughing and sucking

Serving a combo, I ball for the nuggets

Walk with a Glock, when I walk I won't tuck it

Ain't about the sympathy, sorry not sorry, but I won't feel bad if I'm causing a ruckus

I'm rolling up dope but my fingers too sticky for counting up all of my paper

I'm finna smoke while a loyal mans woman be grinding her shit on my dick like a skater

Swear that she crazy, I wish that I knew that before cause I'm crazy and already ate her

Telling her maybe, I don't like to text when I'm done, kick her out, she'll be calling me later

Ball like Toronto, McGrady a fader

Chef up a banger like cooking up capers

Wearing McQueen while I'm whipping a Mater

I'll smoke up your girl, when I'm done you can take her

Dropping her off, now he can't even face her

Smoking on Cali, my name Billy Baker

She can't stop thinking about me, when you hit I just run through her head like I'm testing the pacer

Pull up real quick, ain't no brake cause the Jag gonna drive automatic

Said she don't like drama so we gon make sure that we extra dramatic

Need me some money, I need me some more, said I can't have enough, think I might be an addict

I know I don't need some more but I'm gonna keep stacking, I feel like I just gotta have it

I swear that my new baby bad, bad

Know how to throw that shit back, back

Huh, drip, drip, drip, splash

We ain't got issues, she calling me dad

Ask for some Cudi, I'm gon have to pass

Coming from rich, I ain't coming from rags

Come for the bag with my foot on the gas

Said that she fucking with Milly baby

Choppa got rhythm, it's holding a beat

Now you gon see what it do, if you run up on the crew they up it and aim it at you

I need me a Barbie, that plastic not ratchet, I know they know I'm an OG, Milly classic

Top of the gun only time that I'll switch

High to the sky when I'm fucking his bitch

Wait

They thought I need introductions

B.I.G. Milly got V.I.P. seats that look over the top of the function

Day after fucking with me she in bed saying Milly dick fucked with her stomach

Said she thinking I'm thinking about cuffing, baby I'm only thinking about running

Running the bag like I'm practicing track and I'm faster than anyone saying they coming

Running the numbers like counting up sheep when I'm sleeping, I'm dreaming about nothing but thumbing

Thumbing the stacks of the cash with the bags on the back of the matte black jag while I'm humming

I been making the plays while I'm running

I been making the plays like I'm Drummond

I act like her ex, imma hit it then leave her

Saw water, said dam like that bitch is a beaver

I told her I'm celibate, she was irrelevant

Told me come through but I don't want to meet her

I swear that my new baby bad, bad

Know how to throw that shit back, back

Huh, drip, drip, drip, splash