Lyrics Baddest Thing - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Baddest Thing

You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh my shawty, oh, oh
Getting high, toting that iron every time that we riding, and you know, you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh my shawty, oh, she oh, oh
And she mine
I swear to buy her anything to ease her mind
In the dead end posted with that gang toting on that iron
And I’m bound to leave any nigga dead if they ain’t mine
And I jumped off the porch like
I do the repeat
I say murder, Blood it go big b’s
Hit the block and blow the curb up
Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings
Six head shots for the coroner, tell 'em that we ain’t use no beams
Tell them fuck niggas they don’t know me
I know for a fact she don’t know her nigga but she know me
And she on me steady asking like, «Can you take me home?»
Tell somebody anything I want, yeah
H-O-L-D, hold on me
D-I-E, I been needing some peace, uh
Drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe
Bae, your head ain’t working, nah, I need five to sleep
Louis V bag fuck nigga tryna trust me sixty G’s
Twenty five for the duffle bag, nigga still counting bands, baby,
don’t count on me
Maybach ain’t come with curtains, without tint niggas still ain’t seeing me
Real gas bags, that’s all I chief
Two steps back, get off of me
I been it, yeah, all cheese
I paid cash for a factory
Hitmen, they be after me
12 tryna capture me
Bitches planning on trapping me
Fake rappers planning on blasting me
For bro, you get a
Get blicked up you try hacking me, yeah
H-O-L-D, hold on me
D-I-E, I been needing some peace, uh
Drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe
Bae, your head ain’t working, nah, I need five to sleep
Louis V bag fuck nigga tryna trust me sixty G’s
You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh my shawty, oh, oh
Getting high, toting that iron every time that we riding, and you know, you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh my shawty, oh, she oh, oh
I do the repeat
I say murder, Blood it go big b’s
Hit the block and blow the curb up
Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings
Six head shots for the coroner, tell 'em that we ain’t use no beams
(EarDrummers)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
(That money go for Myles)