Bhad Bhabie – Yung And Bhad Lyrics ft City Girls

Yung And Bhad Lyrics by Bhad Bhabie feat City Girls.

[Pre-Hook/Chorus – Bhad Bhabie]
P-P-Pull up in that wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance
(?) my necklace, so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer
Count up the racks
“Count up the racks”
Run up a sack
“Run up a sack”
(?) the drip, (?) talk
Pull up to the (?), and empty the clip

[Hook/Chorus – Bhad Bhabie]
Young and bad
All my b—–s young and bad “Young and bad”
Young and bad
All my b—–s young and bad “All my b—–s young and bad”
Young and bad
All my b—–s young and bad “Young and bad”
Young and bad
All my b—–s young and bad “All my b—–s young and bad”

[Verse 1 – Bhad Bhabie]
Young and bad, young and rich
Banana clips on the stick
Pull up and pop at your b—h “Pop at your b—h”
Been in this s–t for a minute “for a minute”
I shoot the clip like a lemon “like a lemon”
I treat these b—–s like b—–s
Ready for war, we gon’ end this b—h out in a minute
Iced out, b—h try to ride my wave, get wiped out “Wiped out, hoe!”
Pi-pipe down, come through, shut it down right now “Right now, b—h”
Whole lotta bad b—–s
Fashion Nova bad b—–s
What you gon’ do to them hoes? Same thing we did to them last b—–s
Pu-pu-pull out the lot “Pull out the lot”
I drop the top “I drop the top”
Pop at an opp
F–k it, I’ll pop at a cop “B—h!”
B—h don’t want these problems
Cold case, nobody solved it, no way
Keep the revolver, (?) b—h, I’m balling
I’m at the top, I don’t plan on falling

[Pre-Hook/Chorus – Bhad Bhabie]
P-P-Pull up in that wraith, and make these b—–s pledge allegiance
(?) my necklace, so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer
Count up the racks
“Count up the racks”
Run up a sack
“Run up a sack”
(?) the drip, (?) talk
Pull up to the (?), and empty the clip

[Hook/Chorus – Bhad Bhabie and City Girls]
Young and bad
All my b—–s young and bad “Young and bad”
Young and bad
All my b—–s young and bad “All my b—–s young and bad”
Young and bad
All my b—–s young and bad “Young and bad”
Young and bad
All my b—–s young and bad “All my b—–s young and bad”

[Verse 2 – J.T.]
City girls got these hoes shook like a soda “Explode”
Now I drive a Porsche, b—h, you drive a Toyota
Used to make the money stretch like yoga “Facts”
I told y’all once I get rich, it’s over
B-B-Bad b—h, go get your n—a and your wig snatched
He cut the check already, come and get your d–k back
I-I’ll slap yo’ a-s, I swear to God, won’t get your lick back
I’m in the whip, faster than a ride at Six Flags “Period”

[Verse 3 – Caresha]
Young and bad
We can’t talk until that check cut “Nah”
Just signed a deal under a year, gotta respect us
Purse YSL, shoes Chanel, b—h, I’m living well
It’s a blessing that we made it, ‘cause we been through hell
Don’t need your (?) because we got our own s–t, b—h
Don’t buy me (?) because we got our own lick, b—h
We feel like flexing tonight, we ‘bout go crazy
‘Resha, Miami, and J.T. f—–g with Bhad Bhabie
Period

[Pre-Hook/Chorus – Bhad Bhabie]
P-P-Pull up in that wraith, and make these b—–s pledge allegiance
(?) my necklace, so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer
Count up the racks
“Count up the racks”
Run up a sack
“Run up a sack”
(?) the drip, (?) talk
Pull up to the (?), and empty the clip

[Hook/Chorus – Bhad Bhabie and City Girls]
Young and bad
All my b—–s young and bad “Young and bad”
Young and bad
All my b—–s young and bad “All my b—–s young and bad”
Young and bad
All my b—–s young and bad “Young and bad”
Young and bad
All my b—–s young and bad “All my b—–s young and bad”