YFN Lucci - Bad lyrics

You know you bad You got a n***a that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad You say he do you bad And I'ma f** you down in the pad, Gucci kicks Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh** Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh** And you know that I'm the sh**, ooh ooh Young fly n***a, I won't never land Young fly b**h, she like poppin' bands, uh She gon' pop that p**y, she don't pop no xans, oh I be poppin' sh** and I pop rubber bands, yeah I was poppin' sh** before my first advance Ayy see I probably f**ed his b**h, that's why lil homie mad, yeah I probably told that b**h don't want no strings attached, yeah I know I told that b**h that I ain't comin' back, yeah Uh uh, shoppin' bag, we don't never brag, yeah Put my lil one in the 'Bach, we don't do the Jags Ayy this a Maybach back, this ain't no Louis bag f** her in a Gucci rag, I been in my Gucci bag, yeah yeah You know you bad You got a n***a that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad You say he do you bad And I'ma f** you down in the pad, Gucci kicks Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh** Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh** And you know that I'm the sh**, ooh ooh Young fly n***a and I need a fly b**h You ain't tryna f**, I tell that ho bye b**h Don't nobody know, we gotta keep it private One thing about this b**h, she know how to ride dick, yeah I got some issues with this love and this trust sh** Some b**hes gon' f** over you so watch who you f** with These n***as gon' f** over you so watch who you f** with Go to war with the world when it comes to my young b**h I ain't trippin' 'bout no money, got some racks on me Won't you bend it over, bring it back on me I ain't trippin' 'bout no money, got some racks on me Won't you bend it over, bring it back on me, yeah You know you bad You got a n***a that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad You say he do you bad And I'ma f** you down in the pad, Gucci kicks Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh** Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh** And you know that I'm the sh**, ooh ooh Tryna f** me raw, b**h where they do that at? yeah Told that b**h that she can't f** if she don't s** on that, yeah Go'n and jump on that, yeah, I need front and back, yeah I need front and back, yeah, I ain't gon' front on that Oh, I need head and tails, need me a Cinderella She canary yellow, drippin' on me a** up Go'n put them legs up, girl let me bless you I got somethin' to tell you You know you bad You got a n***a that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad You say he do you bad And I'ma f** you down in the pad, Gucci kicks Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh** Young rich n***a and you know that I'm the sh** And you know that I'm the sh**, ooh ooh