Juice WRLD, Young Thug — Bad Boy

[Intro: Juice WRLD] Yeah (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Yeah [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Young Thug] Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat even though I'm a sad boy You better watch the way you breathe around me 'fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go, yeah) [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] I've been drinking red, rasp', boy (Red, yeah) I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr) Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh Overseas, hundreds gettin', bitch, croissants (Yeah) [Verse 1: Juice WRLD] Wrecked the GT-R (Skrrt), I love to crash cars I'm a bad boy, so I got a bad broad Futuristic rides imported from Mars (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Smith & Wesson 45, put a hole in his heart Better not play with me, killers, they stay with me, your bitty lay with me She fell in love with my ice, yeah, the hockey rink Ain't come to kick it, I'm not on the soccer team Knew I would make it, it's part of my prophecy Raf Simons match my Prada jeans I'ma do the dash, get to the bag, ain't no one as bad as me [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Young Thug] Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat even though I'm a sad boy You better watch the way you breathe around me 'fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go, yeah) [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] I've been drinking red, rasp', boy (Red, yeah) I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr) Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh Overseas, hundreds gettin', bitch, croissants (Yeah) [Verse 2: Young Thug] Sticky, sticky Ricky, I smoke Skittles, not no sticky (Sticky) I shot at his mommy, now he no longer mention me (Thot, thot) You say you want smoke and I've been comin' down the chimney (Woah) You got' barbecue your bitches, I'm so fried and they crispy (Ooh) I had on Margielas when I shot at the cunt (Murk) Act like you want war and they gon' smoke you like a blunt (Smoke you like a blunt) I'm just keeping it real with ya, I'm just bein' blunt (I'm just being blunt) Porsche Carrera got the pipes out the back like a skunk, yeah (Skrrt) Skrrt-skrrt Skrrt-skrrt That's just the sound of the 'Vette (Skrrt), I keep me the 'Vette (Skrrt) I keep me a text (Skrrt), I read your message (Skrrt) I bust on her chest (Skrrt), I made a mess (Skrrt) I hope for the best (Skrrt), gold like a chest (Skrrt) I be the best (Skrrt), I got the neck (Skrrt) I can turn a check (Skrrt), live like Project X (Skrrt, skrrt) [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Young Thug] Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy Went and got off my ass and got to the cash and got in my bag, boy Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat even though I'm a sad boy You better watch the way you breathe around me 'fore that breath be your last, boy (Let's go, yeah) [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] I've been drinking red, rasp', boy (Red, yeah) I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr) Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months, ooh Overseas, hundreds gettin', bitch, croissants (Yeah)