City Girls - Yung And Bhad lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Bhad Bhabie] P-P-Pull up in that wraith, and make these b**hes pledge allegiance Flood my necklace, so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (Count up them racks) Run up a sack (Run up a sack) Follow the drip, and then we'll talk Pull up in the Lyft, and empty the clip [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie] Young and bad All my b**hes young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my b**hes young and bad (All my b**hes young and bad) Young and bad All my b**hes young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my b**hes young and bad (All my b**hes young and bad) [Verse 1: Bhad Bhabie] Young and bad, young and rich Banana clips on the stick Pull up and pop at your b**h (Pop at your b**h) Been in this sh** for a minute (for a minute) I shoot the clip like a lemon (like a lemon) I treat these b**hes like b**hes Ready for war, we gon' air this b**h out in a minute Iced out, b**h try to ride my wave, get wiped out (Wiped out, hoe!) Pi-pipe down, come through, shut it down right now (Right now, b**h) Whole lotta bad b**hes Fashion Nova bad b**hes (f** 'em) What you gon' do to them hoes? Same thing we did to them last b**hes Pu-pu-pull off the lot (Pull off the lot) I drop the top (I drop the top) Pop at an opp f** it, I'll pop at a cop (b**h!) b**h don't want these problems Cold case, nobody solved it, no way Keep the revolver, beggin' b**h, I'm ballin' I'm at the top, I don't plan on fallin' [Pre-Chorus: Bhad Bhabie] P-P-Pull up in that wraith, and make these b**hes pledge allegiance Flood my necklace, so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (Count up them racks) Run up a sack (Run up a sack) Follow the drip, and then we'll talk Pull up in the Lyft, and empty the clip [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie and City Girls] Young and bad All my b**hes young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my b**hes young and bad (All my b**hes young and bad) Young and bad All my b**hes young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my b**hes young and bad (All my b**hes young and bad) [Verse 2: J.T.] City girls got these hoes shook like a soda (Explode) Now I drive a Porsche, b**h, you drive a Toyota (Yeah) Used to have to make the money stretch like yoga (Facts) I told y'all hoes once I get rich, it's over B-B-Bad b**h, come get your n***a and your wig snatched He cut the cheque already, come and get your gig back I-I'll slap yo' a**, I swear to God, won't get your lick back I'm in the whip, faster than a ride at Six Flags (Period) [Verse 3: Yung Miami] Y-Young and bad We can't talk unless that cheque cut (Nah) Just signed a deal under a year, gotta respect us Pur-Purse YSL, shoes Chanel, b**h, I'm living well (Facts) It's a blessing that we made it, ‘cause we been through hell D-Don't need your section because we got our own sh**, b**h (b**h) Don't buy me drinks 'cause we got our own lick, b**h (b**h) We feel like flexing tonight, we ‘bout go crazy (Crazy) It's Yung Miami and J.T. f**in' with Bhad Bhabie Period [Pre-Chorus: Bhad Bhabie] P-P-Pull up in that wraith, and make these b**hes pledge allegiance Flood my necklace, so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (Count up them racks) Run up a sack (Run up a sack) Follow the drip, and then we'll talk Pull up in the Lyft, and empty the clip [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie and City Girls] Young and bad All my b**hes young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my b**hes young and bad (All my b**hes young and bad) Young and bad All my b**hes young and bad (Young and bad) Young and bad All my b**hes young and bad (All my b**hes young and bad)