KESHORE - BB lyrics

[Intro: KESHORE] Ayy, hit that shoulder Ayy, hit that fu*king shoulder Yeah, haha haha [Chorus: KESHORE] I like my b*tches bad, boujee (Ooh) Ratchet ass hood b*tch tryna be my hoochie Sweet ass thing and she want me in the coochie She a rude lil' thing, and she wanna get gooey [Verse 1: KESHORE] Uh, hear me out, he wiped out Ferrari Smokin' on Ganja, bumpin' that Marley Started [?], she just tryna party Shake that thing, go crazy, go mami You may drive by, flex the new body You was in a Chevy, now you in a Masi' (Uh) You my cupcake, you my sweet thing Pandora necklace, let the chain hang [?] Trap full boom mode, [?] With a badmon, she a rude gyal Don't do it, stop fu*kin' up your mental (Okay) It is on go, it's up by my slums Real ass b*tches and they all down to ride Hanna Montana, it's all 'bout the climb Real ass ni**a, I'm all 'bout the pride [Chorus: KESHORE & Sad Frosty] I like my b*tches bad, boujee (Ooh) Ratchet ass hood b*tch tryna be my hoochie Sweet ass thing and she want me in the coochie She a rude lil' thing, and she wanna get gooey I like my b*tches bad, boujee (Ooh) Ratchet ass hood b*tch tryna be my hoochie Sweet ass thing and she want me in the coochie (Okay) She a rude lil' thing, and she wanna get gooey [Verse 2: Sad Frosty] Ayy, ayy, heard this BM wanna fu*k (Huh?) Told you that she settled, but for me she gave it up (Bye) I remember days ain't had it, now I pull up Bentley truck (What?) Why you tryna be like be, boy you sh*t up outta luck (Pussy) I ring the feds up, told 'em, "Hit me on my cellular" (What?) I dont do no pillow talk, don't care 'bout what you tellin' her (Pussy) That ain't my mans if he hangin' with the opps (b*tch) Please don't pull up with that toolie, hundred shots up in this Glock, ayy (Come on) [Chorus: KESHORE & DC The Don] I like my b*tches bad, boujee (Ooh) Ratchet ass hood b*tch tryna be my hoochie Sweet ass thing and she want me in the coochie She a rude lil' thing, and she wanna get gooey I like my b*tches bad, boujee (Ooh) Ratchet ass hood b*tch tryna be my hoochie (Yeah) Sweet ass thing and she want me in the coochie (Yeah) She a rude lil' thing, and she wanna get gooey (Ayy) [Verse 3: DC The Don] I like my b*tch on some wild, and some hot sh*t (Yeah) She hold the blicky too, I guarentee you gettin' dropped, b*tch (Hold on) I'm rollin' like a stone, I'm finna clutch it My b*tch be sick as fu*k, and that's just talkin' 'bout she nasious (Nah) My Cudi hit my Jackie askin' me why I ain't drop sh*t (Boom, boom, boom) I told 'em, "I ain't droppin' 'til it's hot, b*tch" (Yeah) My ex be callin' back because I'm everything he not, b*tch (Yeah) I'm fu*kin' on her friends and I'm still shakin' my dreadlocks, b*tch Ayy, still strapped up like Bin Laden I never called her back and now she talkin' 'bout I'm childish (Boom, boom, boom) [?] you know I can't fu*k with goddess (Yeah) My b*tch a blood s*ut, she got a fetish for the violence (Yes sir) I ain't holdin' no sh*t ni**as all on my dick but they ain't rollin' no sh*t (What? What? What?) And I wonder when my bro gon' have to blow your whole sh*t (Blick) But it's a party in this house so we ain't tryna throw sh*t, ayy [Chorus: KESHORE] I like my b*tches bad, boujee (Ooh) Ratchet ass hood b*tch tryna be my hoochie Sweet ass thing and she want me in the coochie She a rude lil' thing and she wanna get gooey I like my b*tches bad, boujee (Ooh) Ratchet ass hood b*tch tryna be my hoochie Sweet ass thing and she want me in the coochie She a rude lil' thing and she wanna get gooey