Bad Azz

Oh yeah! (4x)

Baby 'bout her dollars (oh yeah)

Said she bust it open for her father (oh yeah, oh yeah)

She came from Colorado (oh yeah)

Say that she wanna be a model (oh yeah, oh yeah)

Now she popping bottles (oh yeah)

Living like she done hit the lotto (oh yeah oh yeah)

Baby, I ain't mad at that (oh yeah)

Baby, I ain't mad

There you go with yo bad azz, aye

There you go with yo bad azz, aye

There you go with yo bad azz, aye

There you go with yo bad azz, aye

Uh, colder than December, car out the shop

Big daddy did it again, like it or not

Pose for the camera, Snapchat poppin'

***y lil' filter, go on and lick big poppa

BL smoother than Silk or Don Juan

Bone-in ribeye, well, tiger primes

Ball out, we all out, v-lives and floss

90s boy, what y'all 'bout?

Yeah, a real L.A.-stater

Watts City Raider, downtown like faithful

You should be with me every day of the week, poppin'

Diamond language, everything when they watchin'

Ride with the windows, I suppose you been told

Have a lil' sip, no shoes in my 'Lo

Boss, sir, and when you flossin' her

I'll still be awesome, bruh, we off of ya

Baby 'bout her dollars (oh yeah)

Said she bust it open for her father (oh yeah, oh yeah)

She came from Colorado (oh yeah)

Say that she wanna be a model (oh yeah, oh yeah)

Now she popping bottles (oh yeah)

Living like she done hit the lotto (oh yeah oh yeah)

Baby, I ain't mad at that (oh yeah)

Baby, I ain't mad

There you go with yo bad azz, aye

There you go with yo bad azz, aye

There you go with yo bad azz, aye

There you go with yo bad azz, aye

Let me hear you say oooh, aaah

Let me hear you say oooh, aaah

It's summertime in these L.A. streets

My far sight got me looking through Porsche glass

Ho, Problem put a hook on this, real vets

See me out, I'm not rich, but I'm still on debt

It only cost a hundred bucks for the big Mo?t

Clear it out, except ladies tryna hit all that

Mix it with Don Julio to forget all that

I crack dimes, nines, eights, used to take 'em

Where my mother stay, new pair of Vans every other day

The best is yet to come (oh yeah)

Don't be alarmed by this collaboration

White girls, Latinas, and Sanaa Lathan

Quik in the black Benz, 405 racing, yeah

It's gon' be better than getting head in the shower

48 laws of power, L.A. County is ours

****** couldn't afford to walk a day in my trousers

And I got on sweats, right on time, I guess, aye

Baby 'bout her dollars (oh yeah)

Said she bust it open for her father (oh yeah, oh yeah)

She came from Colorado (oh yeah)

Say that she wanna be a model (oh yeah, oh yeah)

Now she popping bottles (oh yeah)

Living like she done hit the lotto (oh yeah oh yeah)

Baby, I ain't mad at that (oh yeah)

Baby, I ain't mad

There you go with yo bad azz, aye

There you go with yo bad azz, aye

There you go with yo bad azz, aye

There you go with yo bad azz, aye

Whoa-whoa, I see you seen everything but some progress

Like how you ten years in and you got next? (Oh you got next?)

Put a band on my head and bet I not sweat

In these Nike Tech Fleets and they got checks, in the process

I should be walking with this thing on me

'Cause I can't tell if you a fan or tryna bang on me

S**t, all this pressure and it never leave no stains on me

It only turned me to a diamond in my lane, homie

S**t, I hope you got a God up in your foundation

Like why you always hit a jam and look for salvation?

And s**t, I gotta move in silence with a loud statement

The way we rose from a crack is quite groundbreaking

This s**t make me wanna stay with the 40, hit the gang by my lonely

And probably hit the blade with a shorty

This s**t make me wanna hit the hood so I can drink me a 40

And go and catch a friendly fade with the homies, know that's real life

Why people scared of Illuminati and you can't even see it?

You should be more afraid of that water before you go pee in it

Now you can hate my voice and you can hate my music

But you can't hate when you get good advice and choose not to use it

Haters are stuck in they mind, they paralyzed and they blind

They slither round on they stomachs until the bullets start flying

Coward, own up to your words, think 'bout your beef and your actions

And when they zip up your bag, you get your true satisfaction

While I go back to the jeweler and I go back to the dealer

And celebrate with a carrying case of bottles if needed

I'm all champagned, I been ****ed, and I feel so undepleted

That I can do this s**t forever and don't feel like I need it

Now I'm just effortless rapping, my tongue just moving all back-and-forth

To the side while you clapping, you haters don't know what happened

I feed my face up at Nobu, the door is stuck, it's can't go through

My doctor told me I'm overweight and I think I'm supposed to! Yeah

Jerks! I'ma sing it

There you go with yo bad azz, aye (that's what she tell me)

There you go with yo bad azz, aye (funky *****)

There you go with yo..