Joke

Bad Boy- Juice WRLD and Young Thug Yeah (Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Yeah Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy Went and got off my ass and got to the cash And got in my bag, boy Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat Even though I'm a sad boy You better watch the way you breathe around me 'Fore that breath be your last, boy (let's go, yeah) I've been drinkin' red rasp', boy (red, yeah) I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr, brr, brr, brr) Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months (ooh) Overseas, hundreds gettin', bitch, croissants (uh) Wrecked the GTR (skrrt), I love to crash cars I'm a bad boy so I got a bad broad Futuristic rides imported from Mars (skrrt, skrrt) Smith & Wesson .45, put a hole in his heart Better not play with me, killers they stay with me Your bitty lay with me She fell in love with my ice, yeah, that hockey rink Ain't come to kick it, I'm not on the soccer team Knew I would make it, it's part of my prophecy Raf Simons match my Prada jeans I'ma do the dash, get to the bag, ain't no one as bad as me Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy Went and got off my ass and got to the cash And got in my bag, boy Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat Even though I'm a sad boy You better watch the way you breathe around me 'Fore that breath be your last boy (it's on, yeah) I've been drinkin' red rasp', boy (red, yeah) I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy) Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months (ooh) Overseas, hundreds gettin', bitch, croissants (uh) Sticky, sticky, Ricky, I smoke Skittles not no sticky (sticky) I shot at his mommy, now he no longer mention me (thot, thot) You say you want smoke and I've been comin' down the chimney (whoa) You got barbecue, you bitches, I'm so fried and they crispy (ooh) I had on Margielas when I shot at the cunt (murk) Act like you want war and they gon' smoke you like a blunt (smoke you like a blunt) I'm just keepin' it real with ya, I'm just bein' blunt (I'm just bein' blunt) Porsche Carrera, got the pipes out the back like a skunk, yeah (skrrt) Skrrt, skrrt Skrrt, skrrt That's just the sound of the 'Vette (skrrt) I keep me the vest (skrrt), I keep me a test (skrrt) I read your message (skrrt), I bust on her chest (skrrt) I made a mess (skrrt), I hope for the best (skrrt), go like a chaser (skrrt) I be the best (skrrt), I got the neck (skrrt) I can turn a check (skrrt), live like Project X (skrrt) Will Smith and Martin Lawrence, I'm a bad boy Went and got off my ass and got to the cash And got in my bag, boy Please don't think it's sweet, I stay with the heat Even though I'm a sad boy You better watch the way you breathe around me 'Fore that breath be your last boy (it's on, yeah) I've been drinkin' red rasp', boy (red, yeah) I've been trappin' all these birds, McCoy (McCoy, brr, brr, brr, brr) Newborn baby, my Richard Mille nine months (ooh) Overseas, hundreds gettin', bitch, croissants (uh)