Bad YFN Lucci & Yung Bleu

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
You know you bad
You got a nigga that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad
You say he do you bad
And I'ma fuck you down in the pad, Gucci kicks
Young rich nigga and you know that I'm the shit
Young rich nigga and you know that I'm the shit
And you know that I'm the shit, ooh ooh

[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
Young fly nigga, I won't never land
Young fly bitch, she like poppin' bands, uh
She gon' pop that pussy, she don't pop no xans, oh
I be poppin' shit and I pop rubber bands, yeah
I was poppin' shit before my first advance
Ayy see I probably fucked his bitch, that's why lil homie mad, yeah
I probably told that bitch don't want no strings attached, yeah
I know I told that bitch 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
Fuck her in a Gucci rag, I been in my Gucci bag, yeah yeah

[Chorus: Yung Bleu]
You know you bad
You got a nigga that ain't really workin' out and you claim that he do you bad
You say he do you bad
And I'ma fuck you down in the pad, Gucci kicks
Young rich nigga and you know that I'm the shit
Young rich nigga and you know that I'm the shit
And you know that I'm the shit, ooh ooh