Baddest Thing lyrics

[Chorus]
You the baddest I done seen in a while, ooh, my shorty, oh, oh
Getting high, toting that iron every time that we ride, and you know, you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh, my shorty, oh, she, oh

[Verse 1]
Oh, oh, oh, and she mine
I swear to buy her anything to ease her mind
In the dead end posted with that gang, toting on that iron
And I'm bound to leave any n*gga dead if they ain't mine
And I jumped off the porch like
Killed Dave when he was sixteen
I do the reaping
I say murder, Blood, and throw big B's
Hit the block and blow the curb up, Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings
Six hеadshots for the coroners, tell 'еm that we ain't use no beam
Tell them f*ck n*ggas they don't know me
I know for a fact she don't know her n*gga, but she know me
And she on me
Steady asking like, "Can you take me home?"
Tell somebody anything I want, yeah

[Refrain]
H-O-L-D, huh, hold on me, yeah
D-I-E, I've been needing some peace
Uh, uh, drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe
Bae, your head ain't working, nah, I need five to sleep
Louis V bag made by Virgil, f*ck n*gga tried charging me sixty G's
[Verse 2]
Twenty-five for the duffle bag, n*gga still counting bands, baby, don't count on me
Maybach ain't come with curtains, without tint, n*ggas still ain't seeing me
Real gas bags, that's all I chief
Two steps back, get off of me
I've been up, yeah, all cheese
I paid cash for that factory
Hitmen, they be after me
12 tryna capture me
b*tches planning on trapping me
Fake rappers planning on blasting me
For bro, you get assassin free
Get blicked up, you try hacking me, yeah

[Refrain]
H-O-L-D, huh, hold on me, yeah
D-I-E, I've been needing some peace
Bae, your head ain't working, nah, I need five to sleep
Louis V bag made by Virgil, f*ck n*gga tried charging me sixty G's

[Chorus]
You the baddest I done seen in a while, ooh, my shorty, oh, oh
Getting high, toting that iron every time that we ride, and you know, you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh, my shorty, oh, she, oh

[Outro]
Killed Dave when he was sixteen
I do the reaping
I say murder, Blood, and throw big Bs
Hit the block and blow the curb up, Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings
Six headshots for the coroners, tell 'em that we ain't use no beam
(EarDrummers)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
(That money go for Myles)