Bad Boujee by Ripsi WIneLover Lyrics
[Intro: Aspatria]
Raindrop (Drip), drop-top
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
Fuckin' on your bitch, she a thot, thot
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin' to somethin'
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger
Call up the gang and they come and get ya
Cry me a river, give you a tissue
[Verse 1: Ripsi WInelover]
Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl
Convertibles with turbo jets
In the house, holla back
Man nerf guns must hurt so bad
Snapple fact: you rather wack
Why you treat them so bad
Cause yo black apparently yo bad
I just wanna be higher than that
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad
No car key and i mean that
And there's no way i can pay you back
Luxury life, results living bad
And tell them bitches we real bitches is bout that
It's actually disastrously bad
And that's jay line i had to quote that
[Chorus: Aspatria]
My bitch is bad and bougie
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
My bitches is savage, ruthless
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too
My bitch is bad and bougie
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
My bitches is savage, ruthless
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too
[Verse 2: Ripsi Winelover]
That affected you so bad
Yeah see i let my bitch hit that
When i am mad, and things look bad/
I don't want it on my back
She just laughs as her life starts flashing back
Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad
No car key and i mean that
I used my rhymes for bad
It's actually disastrously bad
Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back
That's why it sucks so bad
Top dropped down, black on black
Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back
Told me whats good and bad
One night love: i'mma need that
[Chorus: Aspatria]
My bitch is bad and bougie
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
My bitches is savage, ruthless
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too
My bitch is bad and bougie
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
My bitches is savage, ruthless
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too
[Verse 3: Young Firm]
Offset, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Rackaids on rackaids (Racks), got back-ends on back-ends
I'm ridin' around in a coupe (Coupe)
I take your bih right from you (You)
Bitch, I'm a dog, roof (Grr)
Beat the ho walls loose (Hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo (Skrrt)
I tell that bih to come comfort me (Comfort me)
I swear these bitches is under me (Hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me (Jumpin' me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (Cash)
Ayy, we do the most (Most)
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (Woo)
Yeah, my diamond's a choker (Glah)
Holdin' the fire with no holster (Blaow)
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (Cooler)
This a Rollie, not a Muller (Hey)
Dabbin' on 'em like the usual (Dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (Magic)
Courtside with a bad bitch (Bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (Go)
I'm young and rich and plus I'm bougie (Hey)
I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi (Rrah)
Rackaids on rackaids, got back-ends on back-ends
So my money makin' my back ache (Aagh)
You bitches got a low Act rate (Act)
We from the Nawf, yeah, Dat Way (Nawf)
Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray (Cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (Smash)
Hop in the Lamb', have a drag race (Skrrt)
I let them birds take a bath, bae (Brr)
[Verse 3: Young J.A.Y.Z]
Pour a four, I'm droppin' muddy, outer space, Kid Cudi (Drank)
Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin' (Bitch)
Broke a brick down, Nutty Buddy, now that bitch duckin' (Phew)
Don't move too fast, I might shoot ya (Huh?)
Draco bad and bougie (Draco)
I'm always hangin' with shooters (Brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (Private)
Still be playin' with pots and pans, call me J.A.Y.Z Ratatouille (Cook it up)
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (Run with it)
When I'm on stage, show me boobies (Ayy)
Ice on my neck, I'm the coolest (Ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (Pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (Skrrt)
I'm cookin', I'm cookin', I'm whippin'
I'm whippin' until it rock up, let it lock up (Lock up)
I gave her ten racks
I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at the pop up (Ten)
These bitches, they fuck and suck dick
And they bustin' for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, that way (Yeah)
Float on the track like a Segway (Go)
Yeah, that way (Dat way)
I used to trap by the Subway (Trappin', trappin')
Yeah, that way (Go)
Young bitch trap with the AK (Rrah, uh)
Yeah, that way (Yeah)
Big dyke ho, get the door, Macy Gray (Hey)
[Verse 4: Young Firm]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
My bitch, she bad to the bone (She what?)
Ayy, wait, these bitch watchin'
I swear to God they be my clones (They watchin')
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin' my hoes like my flows (What?)
Switchin' my flows like my clothes (Like what?)
Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reload (Damn)
Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew (My crew)
'Cause the money come all out the roof (Damn, damn)
Drive the 'Rari, that bitch got no roof (Skrrt)
Wait, what kind of 'Rari? (Wait) 458 (Damn)
All of these bitch, they hate (They hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate (Wow)
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money they use rakes (They use rakes)
Count a hundred thousand in your face (In your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe (Yeah)
Met her today, yeah (Ooh)
She talk to me like she knew me, yeah (Ooh)
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah (Yeah)
Wakin' up right to a two-piece, yeah
Countin' that paper like loose-leaf, yeah
Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yeah
Boy, you so fake, like my collar, you snakin'
I swear to God that be that Gucci (Ayy)
And you know we winnin' (Winnin')
Yeah, we is not losin'
Try to play your song, it ain't move me (What?)
Saw your girl once, now she choosin', yeah (Hey!)
[Outro: Aspatria]
Raindrop (Drip), drop-top
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
Fuckin' on your bitch, she a thot, thot
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin' to somethin'
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger
Call up the gang and they come and get ya
Cry me a river, give you a tissue
Raindrop (Drip), drop-top
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
Fuckin' on your bitch, she a thot, thot
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin' to somethin'
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger
Call up the gang and they come and get ya
Cry me a river, give you a tissue
[Verse 1: Ripsi WInelover]
Cuz im a bad girl, bad girl
Convertibles with turbo jets
In the house, holla back
Man nerf guns must hurt so bad
Snapple fact: you rather wack
Why you treat them so bad
Cause yo black apparently yo bad
I just wanna be higher than that
Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad
No car key and i mean that
And there's no way i can pay you back
Luxury life, results living bad
And tell them bitches we real bitches is bout that
It's actually disastrously bad
And that's jay line i had to quote that
[Chorus: Aspatria]
My bitch is bad and bougie
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
My bitches is savage, ruthless
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too
My bitch is bad and bougie
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
My bitches is savage, ruthless
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too
[Verse 2: Ripsi Winelover]
That affected you so bad
Yeah see i let my bitch hit that
When i am mad, and things look bad/
I don't want it on my back
She just laughs as her life starts flashing back
Imma go aclabat when beat goes bad
No car key and i mean that
I used my rhymes for bad
It's actually disastrously bad
Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back
That's why it sucks so bad
Top dropped down, black on black
Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back
Told me whats good and bad
One night love: i'mma need that
[Chorus: Aspatria]
My bitch is bad and bougie
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
My bitches is savage, ruthless
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too
My bitch is bad and bougie
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
My bitches is savage, ruthless
We got 30s and hundred-rounds too
[Verse 3: Young Firm]
Offset, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Rackaids on rackaids (Racks), got back-ends on back-ends
I'm ridin' around in a coupe (Coupe)
I take your bih right from you (You)
Bitch, I'm a dog, roof (Grr)
Beat the ho walls loose (Hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo (Skrrt)
I tell that bih to come comfort me (Comfort me)
I swear these bitches is under me (Hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me (Jumpin' me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (Cash)
Ayy, we do the most (Most)
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (Woo)
Yeah, my diamond's a choker (Glah)
Holdin' the fire with no holster (Blaow)
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (Cooler)
This a Rollie, not a Muller (Hey)
Dabbin' on 'em like the usual (Dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (Magic)
Courtside with a bad bitch (Bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (Go)
I'm young and rich and plus I'm bougie (Hey)
I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi (Rrah)
Rackaids on rackaids, got back-ends on back-ends
So my money makin' my back ache (Aagh)
You bitches got a low Act rate (Act)
We from the Nawf, yeah, Dat Way (Nawf)
Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray (Cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (Smash)
Hop in the Lamb', have a drag race (Skrrt)
I let them birds take a bath, bae (Brr)
[Verse 3: Young J.A.Y.Z]
Pour a four, I'm droppin' muddy, outer space, Kid Cudi (Drank)
Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin' (Bitch)
Broke a brick down, Nutty Buddy, now that bitch duckin' (Phew)
Don't move too fast, I might shoot ya (Huh?)
Draco bad and bougie (Draco)
I'm always hangin' with shooters (Brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (Private)
Still be playin' with pots and pans, call me J.A.Y.Z Ratatouille (Cook it up)
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (Run with it)
When I'm on stage, show me boobies (Ayy)
Ice on my neck, I'm the coolest (Ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (Pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (Skrrt)
I'm cookin', I'm cookin', I'm whippin'
I'm whippin' until it rock up, let it lock up (Lock up)
I gave her ten racks
I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at the pop up (Ten)
These bitches, they fuck and suck dick
And they bustin' for Instagram, get your clout up
Uh, yeah, that way (Yeah)
Float on the track like a Segway (Go)
Yeah, that way (Dat way)
I used to trap by the Subway (Trappin', trappin')
Yeah, that way (Go)
Young bitch trap with the AK (Rrah, uh)
Yeah, that way (Yeah)
Big dyke ho, get the door, Macy Gray (Hey)
[Verse 4: Young Firm]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
My bitch, she bad to the bone (She what?)
Ayy, wait, these bitch watchin'
I swear to God they be my clones (They watchin')
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin' my hoes like my flows (What?)
Switchin' my flows like my clothes (Like what?)
Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reload (Damn)
Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew (My crew)
'Cause the money come all out the roof (Damn, damn)
Drive the 'Rari, that bitch got no roof (Skrrt)
Wait, what kind of 'Rari? (Wait) 458 (Damn)
All of these bitch, they hate (They hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate (Wow)
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money they use rakes (They use rakes)
Count a hundred thousand in your face (In your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe (Yeah)
Met her today, yeah (Ooh)
She talk to me like she knew me, yeah (Ooh)
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah (Yeah)
Wakin' up right to a two-piece, yeah
Countin' that paper like loose-leaf, yeah
Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese, yeah
Boy, you so fake, like my collar, you snakin'
I swear to God that be that Gucci (Ayy)
And you know we winnin' (Winnin')
Yeah, we is not losin'
Try to play your song, it ain't move me (What?)
Saw your girl once, now she choosin', yeah (Hey!)
[Outro: Aspatria]
Raindrop (Drip), drop-top
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox
Fuckin' on your bitch, she a thot, thot
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot
We came from nothin' to somethin'
I don't trust nobody, grip the trigger
Call up the gang and they come and get ya
Cry me a river, give you a tissue