Bad Boy (Original)

[Intro: Juice WRLD]

Yeah

Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy

Ayy

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

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 (It's on)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]

Yeah, ha, get up

Ballin' on your nigga, no pick up (Yeah)

Don't got a gun, better get one (Yeah)

So many weapons, I pick one (Yeah)

My chopper a alien

Arrival took thirty minutes

Just to go put the clip on (Yeah)

I DM your bitch, I ask her for her face

I need somethin' to put my dick on

Thesе niggas be leechin'

Lookin' for a wave to steal, a wavе to get on

Them be the same niggas that I told myself I was finna go get rich and go shit on

I've always been a bully

Rather pick on a motherfucker than get picked on

Everybody wanna talk tough

When the Draco out, lips ziplock

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

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 (It's on)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]

I've been drinking Red Razz, boy (Red, yeah)

I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy)

Newborn baby, my Richard Mille in nine months (Ooh)

Overseas, hundred scheme, bitch, croissants (Uh)

[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 (Whoa)

You got barbecue, you bitches, I'm so fried and they crispy (Ooh)

I had on Margielas when I shot out the cut (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 Benz (Skrrt) I keep it, the Vette (Skrrt)

I keep me a test (Skrrt), I read your message (Skrrt)

I bust on her chest (Skrrt), I made a mess (Skrrt)

I hope for the best (Skrrt), go like a chaser (Skrrt)

I be the best (Skrrt), I got the neck (Skrrt)

I can turn a check (Skrrt), look like Project X (Skrrt)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

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 (It's on)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]

I've been drinking Red Razz, boy (Red, yeah)

I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy)

Newborn baby, my Richard Mille in nine months (Ooh)

Overseas, hundred scheme, bitch, croissants (Uh)