BADASS

Yung Germ

Yeah, I get paid throwing back a hand grenade

Okay

I was on the run, moving packs right on the way, yeah

And just a reminder, hatin' shit won't get you paid, yeah

Y'all **** should focus on getting your fuckin' raise

At McDonald's, bitch

Why the fuck you **** even talk to me?

Okay

Them doggies bark at me, but never bite at me

Okay, okay

I got a Smith-&' for the witness who locked eyes with me (Okay)

Okay

I got the time today, I got the fire on me, yeah

Cruisin' in the whip, I got the stick, I'm booted up

Okay

Hoes up in the house and all they asses tooted up

Huh?

Cruisin' through your block and all I see is fuckin' dust

Huh?

Where do y'all reside? Why ain't y'all outside?

Okay

Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags

Ha-ha

Like really, really, really, really badass

Ha-ha

Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags

Ha-ha

Like really, really, really, really badass

Okay

Yeah, okay, I don't ever miss

Okay

How the fuck a comment make you delete your whole shit? Yeah

Yeah, okay, maybe you a bitch

Okay

How the fuck you let my homie bust your fuckin' lip? Yeah

I thought that y'all **** had the chops

Okay

Why you gettin' beat up and you yellin' fuckin', "Stop", okay

Huh?

I thought that y'all **** had the poles

What?

Why the fuck we smokin' on your homie? Freddy Ghost

Yeah, okay

Cruisin' in the whip, I got the stick, I'm booted up

Okay

Hoes up in the house and all they asses tooted up

Huh?

Cruisin' through your block and all I see is fuckin' dust

Huh?

Where do y'all reside? Why ain't y'all outside?

Okay

Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags

Ha-ha

Like really, really, really, really badass

Ha-ha

Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags

Ha-ha

Like really, really, really, really badass

Okay

Whoa, like I'm really, really badass

Lil Uzi

Bitch, don't look at me if you ain't got a fat ass

Ayy

Yeah, Lil Uzi got a big bag

Yeah

If I pop it, then you'll probably get your stick back

Yeah, whoa, whoa

Bitch, I'm geeked up in some mansion like a kick back

Whoa, whoa, whoa

If I leave my drink down, they gon' try to slip that

Yeah, yeah

Uh, put my .40 on my hip, lap

Ayy

I'm like Manson with this Marilyn, I'm like Nickelback

'Back, yeah

Let me get your pussy, I'ma scratch it

Can't relax, I'm off a batch, you know you cannot match

Geeked up off them Xanny bars and a couple flats

Go on a hit with toolie, Uzis, and a couple MACs

Grr, yeah

Cruisin' in the whip, I got the stick, I'm booted up

Okay

Hoes up in the house and all they asses tooted up

Huh?

Cruisin' through your block and all I see is fuckin' dust

Huh?

Where do y'all reside? Why ain't y'all outside?

Okay

Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags

Ha-ha

Like really, really, really, really badass

Ha-ha

Get biggy, biggy, biggy, biggy blood bags

Ha-ha

Like really, really, really, really badass

Okay