CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Bad And Boujee Flow
Yeah, Get Twisted Sundays
Bad and Boujee
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
Yeah, yeah
Off top, get guap
The hood got heavy metal like Slipknot
I hustle for my change like a pit stop
I used to wanna grip grain 'till my wrist locked, ouu
Now I want a BMW I3
It's little, but it's on point like Kyrie
My momma taught me never let a sucker try me
But if he do draw blood like an IV
I'm a lover, not a fighter, dawg
But I done earned more stripes than a tiger claw
Low-key Fat can't fight at all
But she got a CHL if you tryna brawl
All peace, no war
I need bank like a backboard
I'm tryna get my momma out that RAV 4
I just feel like she look better in a black Porsche (Skrrt skrrt)
Peel off, I could ride this beat 'till the wheels off
Head on my pillow only time I feel soft
Prego with the flow, spit real sauce
Boy, that's straight out the jar
Ask around my hood, they know who we are
If they don't then they probably a mark
I might be with Jeff up at Amity park
In the swat or the west
Every bar I spit is for people oppressed
I need every penny, won't settle for less
Trash on the radio really keep me abreast
Of what the current tool for manipulation is in my community
Astronomical coonery
Fancy cars and jewelry don't influence me
I think every hood need an annuity
Or at least a solid year of jubilee
That's why I spit tips like gratuity
In hopes to slow the rates of eulogies
Hell, I wish it was two of me
Truthfully, every label need some scrutiny
'Cause musically they foolishly push buffoonery into the schools
And we let 'em
I tell countless people that I don't rap for pesos
My partners tell me that I need chips and queso
They see the flow is fuego so alfredo
Is what they think I'm after with the draco
"Get it how you live", is how the phrase go
I tell them that I move when Yahweh say so
Hopefully, they all attain a halo
Jeff is really 'bout to go to Lagos
I'm tryna get young journ up on the payroll
If I'm Aristotle, E is Plato
I do this for the culture like I'm Quavo
Push it push it just like OG Maco
But don't forget to slow it down and ponder
Why every hood be on divide and conquer
Swear we could all ball, Sinead O' Connor
Shoutout Migos for "Bad and Boujee"
In '05 I was baggin' groupies
I was so live, just a savage student
I had soul ties with the baddest hoochies
Look, please excuse me, I get mesmerized
When I think about just how far I came
Elohim scooped me, I got exorcised
All them demons died, now the flow is flames
I'm gone
Woo, woo
Bad and Boujee
If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you
Yeah, yeah
Off top, get guap
The hood got heavy metal like Slipknot
I hustle for my change like a pit stop
I used to wanna grip grain 'till my wrist locked, ouu
Now I want a BMW I3
It's little, but it's on point like Kyrie
My momma taught me never let a sucker try me
But if he do draw blood like an IV
I'm a lover, not a fighter, dawg
But I done earned more stripes than a tiger claw
Low-key Fat can't fight at all
But she got a CHL if you tryna brawl
All peace, no war
I need bank like a backboard
I'm tryna get my momma out that RAV 4
I just feel like she look better in a black Porsche (Skrrt skrrt)
Peel off, I could ride this beat 'till the wheels off
Head on my pillow only time I feel soft
Prego with the flow, spit real sauce
Boy, that's straight out the jar
Ask around my hood, they know who we are
If they don't then they probably a mark
I might be with Jeff up at Amity park
In the swat or the west
Every bar I spit is for people oppressed
I need every penny, won't settle for less
Trash on the radio really keep me abreast
Of what the current tool for manipulation is in my community
Astronomical coonery
Fancy cars and jewelry don't influence me
I think every hood need an annuity
Or at least a solid year of jubilee
That's why I spit tips like gratuity
In hopes to slow the rates of eulogies
Hell, I wish it was two of me
Truthfully, every label need some scrutiny
'Cause musically they foolishly push buffoonery into the schools
And we let 'em
I tell countless people that I don't rap for pesos
My partners tell me that I need chips and queso
They see the flow is fuego so alfredo
Is what they think I'm after with the draco
"Get it how you live", is how the phrase go
I tell them that I move when Yahweh say so
Hopefully, they all attain a halo
Jeff is really 'bout to go to Lagos
I'm tryna get young journ up on the payroll
If I'm Aristotle, E is Plato
I do this for the culture like I'm Quavo
Push it push it just like OG Maco
But don't forget to slow it down and ponder
Why every hood be on divide and conquer
Swear we could all ball, Sinead O' Connor
Shoutout Migos for "Bad and Boujee"
In '05 I was baggin' groupies
I was so live, just a savage student
I had soul ties with the baddest hoochies
Look, please excuse me, I get mesmerized
When I think about just how far I came
Elohim scooped me, I got exorcised
All them demons died, now the flow is flames
I'm gone
Woo, woo
