Bad Azz

Oh yeah!

Baby 'bout her dollars (oh yeah)
Said she bust it open for her father (oh yeah, oh yeah)
She came from colorado (oh yeah)
Say that she wanna be a model (oh yeah, oh yeah)
Now she popping bottles (oh yeah)
Living like she done hit the lotto (oh yeah oh yeah)
Baby, I ain't mad at that (oh yeah)
Baby, I ain't mad

There you go with yo bad azz, aye
There you go with yo bad azz, aye
There you go with yo bad azz, aye
There you go with yo bad azz, aye

[Verse One: Bad Lucc
Uh, cold in the summer, car out the shop
Big daddy did it again, like it or not
Pose for the camera, Snapchat poppin'
Sexy lil' filter, go on and lick big poppa
BM smoother than Silk or Don Juan
Bone-in ribeye, well, [?]
Ball out, we all out, [?] and floss
90s boy, what y'all 'bout?
Yeah, a real L.A.-stater
Watts City Raider, downtown like faithful[?]
You should be with me every day of the week, poppin'
Diamond language, everything when they watchin'
Ride with the windows, I suppose you been told
Have a lil' sip, no shoes in my 'Lo
Boss, sir, and when you flossin' her
I'll still be awesome, bruh, we off of ya