Bad and Boujee Songtext
von William Singe

Raindrops, droptop
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 somthin', brah
I don′t trust nobody grip the ah
Call up the gang, and they come for ya

My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin′ up dope with the Uzi
My hittas a savage, ruthless
We got 30's and 100 rounds too
So, my bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin′ up dope with the Uzi
My hittas a savage, ruthless
We got 30's and 100 rounds too


Willy will, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo
Rackings and rackings, got back-ends on back-ends
I′m ridin' around in a coupe
I take your bitch right from you
Bitch I′m a dog (roof)
Beat the hoe walls loose
Hop in the frog

I tell that bitch to come confort me
Swear all these hittas is under me
They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me
Bankrolls on me keep me company
Aye, we did the most
Pull up in ghosts
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 usual
Magic with the brick, do voodoo
Courtside with a bad bitch
Then I send the bitch an uber
Young and rich and plus I'm bougie
Try′na make my life a movie


Raindrops, droptop
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', brah
I don't trust nobody grip the ah
Call up the gang, and they come for ya

My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin′ up dope with the Uzi
My hittas a savage, ruthless
We got 30′s and 100 rounds too
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin' up dope with the Uzi
My hittas a savage, ruthless
We got 30′s and 100 rounds too

Don't owe nobody, owe nobody
Always on the job, I got no hobbies
Got my city fuckin′ with me 'cause I′m homegrown
Vibin' out more than my phone though
Leave me 'lone, me on my own though

I cut that bitch off like an edit
My daddy a G, its genetics
I heard ya new shit, its pathetic
And your contract should be shredded
Took my dogs on a private jet from the public housing
I kept it G, yeah, one thousand
Clique star- studded like the paramoumt mountain

Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count stacks
Knew that ass was real, when I hit, it bounced back
You ain′t getting checks, yeah yeah yeah chi chi
Last night took a L, but tonight I bounce back
I been broke as hell, cashed a check and bounced back
D town LAX, every week I bounce back
If you a real one, then you know how to bounce back

Raindrops, droptop
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′, brah
I don't trust nobody grip the ah
Call up the gang, and they come for ya

My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin′ up dope with the Uzi
My hittas a savage, ruthless
We got 30's and 100 rounds too
My bitch is bad and boujee
Cookin' up dope with the Uzi
My hittas a savage, ruthless