A$AP Rocky – BAD COMPANY Lyrics

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
People think you’re stuck up, but we’re all super good friends
It’s only natural, I suppose, but we’re all super good friends
Um, I get the feeling that you’re admired, but, um
I’m above average

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
I got so much beef, I could barely sleep
Paranoia got me losin’ all my Z’s, all day
Good lord, momma prayin’ on her knees, all day
If you still frontin’ when I up it, I’mma squeeze

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Bad company’s bad for your company
Bad company’s bad for your company
Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me
Got the Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & BlocBoy JB]
When I say I got beef, they don’t want no beef
When they say they got beef, they don’t wanna eat
If he said he wants smoke, they don’t want no steam
She put her feet on her teeth, bad bad bad bad bad
Had a bachelors degree, Ph.D. while sellin’ speed
Fix the face then fix the weave, now workin’ on her self-esteem
Hit up Bloc, yo’ this Flock
Nigga, where you at? Pin the drop, uh
My new map location be the block on the app
I need money and company, Nah Nah
Bad bitches, I don’t even know the company, hahahaha

[Verse 2: BlocBoy JB]
You—you—you can’t hang baby, we don’t want you ’round here
I—ice on my neck and it’s froze, Santa’s reindeer
Y—you got bad bitches, hella hoes, i—i—it’s the same here
You bad company, lil’ bro, you can’t hang here
G—g—g—gettin’ money so the bottles keep on comin’
Ph—ph—pho—pho—phone ringin’ so you know the trap jumpin’
Tha—tha—that nigga lookin’ at me, he owe me some money
Hit ’em with the Tommy, now that nigga crumpin’
Why—why these niggas playin’ games? They don’t want no problems with me
My shooters got good aim, you know I brought them shottas with me
Might have hit a bad stain, they say that someone top was missin’
Them niggas were opposition
They move wrong, so I shot them bitches

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Dark shades, too much smoke, I could barely see the fumes
Actin’ brand new like I don’t see you when I do
Who them folks? Who want smoke? You too close, give me room
Funny folks, play it close, do the most, don’t they?
Bad company, that’s bad for your company
Bad company, that’s bad for your company
Mad cow disease, now you in a ton of beef
Black Mac tucked underneath my new blue dungarees
Flintstone bust down, color Murakami
Fruity pebble bezel, Wilma, Betty, Fred, and Barney
Bad bitch from outta town, I think she model Abercrombie
Wrist game Lucky Charmy, told my jeweler Leprechaun me
I’mma come clean, I got hella beef
Paranoia got me rollin’ up my sleeves, okay
Niggas hatin’ cause I’m uppin’ up the fees
Whole team got V’s on they tees, all day

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
I got so much beef, I could barely sleep
Paranoia got me losin’ all my Z’s, all day
Good lord, momma prayin’ on her knees, all day
If you still frontin’ when I up it, I’mma squeeze

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
I’m above average

ASAP Rocky – Bad Company (feat. Blocboy JB)

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
People think you’re stuck up, but we’re all super good friends
It’s only natural, I suppose, but we’re all super good friends
Um, I get the feeling that you’re admired, but, um
I’m above average

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
I got so much beef, I could barely sleep
Paranoia got me losin’ all my Z’s, all day
Good lord, momma prayin’ on her knees, all day
If you still frontin’ when I up it, I’mma squeeze

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Bad company’s bad for your company
Bad company’s bad for your company
Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me
Got the Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & BlocBoy JB]
When I say I got beef, they don’t want no beef
When they say they got beef, they don’t wanna eat
If he said he wants smoke, they don’t want no steam
She put her feet on her teeth, bad bad bad bad bad
Had a bachelors degree, PhD while sellin’ speed
Fix the face then fix the weave, now workin’ on her self-esteem
Hit up Bloc, yo’ this Flock
Nigga, where you at? Pin the drop, uh
My new map location be the block on the app
I need money and company, nah nah
Bad bitches, I don’t even know the company, hahahaha

[Verse 2: BlocBoy JB]
You—you—you can’t hang baby, we don’t want you ’round here
I—ice on my neck and it’s froze, Santa’s reindeer
Y—you got bad bitches, hella hoes, i—i—it’s the same here
You bad company, lil’ bro, you can’t hang here
G—g—g—gettin’ money so the bottles keep on comin’
Ph—ph—pho—pho—phone ringin’ so you know the trap jumpin’
Tha—tha—that nigga lookin’ at me, he owe me some money
Hit ’em with the Tommy, now that nigga crumpin’
Why—why these niggas playin’ games? They don’t want no problems with me
My shooters got good aim, you know I brought them shottas with me
Might have hit a bad stain, they say that someone top was missin’
Them niggas were opposition
They move wrong, so I shot them bitches

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Dark shades, too much smoke, I could barely see the fumes
Actin’ brand new like I don’t see you when I do
Who them folks? Who want smoke? You too close, give me room
Funny folks, play it close, do the most, don’t they?
Bad company, that’s bad for your company
Bad company, that’s bad for your company
Mad cow disease, now you in a ton of beef
Black Mac tucked underneath my new blue dungarees
Flintstone bustdown, color Murakami
Fruity pebble bezel, Wilma, Betty, Fred, and Barney
Bad bitch from outta town, I think she model Abercrombie
Wrist game Lucky Charmy, told my jeweler Leprechaun me
I’mma come clean, I got hella beef
Paranoia got me rollin’ up my sleeves, okay
Niggas hatin’ cause I’m uppin’ up the fees
Whole team got V’s on they tees, all day

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
I got so much beef, I could barely sleep
Paranoia got me losin’ all my Z’s, all day
Good lord, momma prayin’ on her knees, all day
If you still frontin’ when I up it, I’mma squeeze

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
I’m above average

Bag – Lil Uzi Vert feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Lil Uzi Vert – Bag

Funny, you can’t turn me down
I already know nobody don’t got my back
Yeah, yeah.
Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks.

Ooh
Boy, you cappin
Boy, you cappin
Ooh, you ain’t put nothing on the map
Choppa on my lap
Ooh, she like when I pop them tags
Yeah, don’t trip ’bout my tag, yeah
Get my swag from my dad, yeah
Hunnid bands in my baaag.
30 rounds in my mag
f*ck niggas bit my swag, ayy
I was just tryna walk past, yeah
Put your lil b*tch on a jet
Then sucked my dick in your lap, yeah
Smile in the whip, drive fast
Goin’ way faster than the Dash
Wanna race, boy, get dragged
Talking too slick, get clapped
f*cking your b*tch, no fag
So f*ck nigga better relax, ’cause everything I say facts
I skate on a b*tch like Vans
Been wearing them shits ..
Ridin’ ’round all black Mac
Know I gotta watch my back.

Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
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Ooh, large stacks
Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks.

Kick my one-two, yeah, ooh
f*ck around, hunt you
Kick s**t, Kung Fu
All my foreigns new
Throwing my Mountain Dew
Diamonds from Cancun
Twenty b*tches at the fountain blue
Psychic clowns, too
Your diamonds got clouds, too
Money talking loud, too
Can’t wait to embarrass you
I was thuggin’ like a bastard too
I f*ck like midnight blues
Three-hunnid for the big Bentley Coupe (Uh, yeah)
Wrist on froze like “Ouch”
Got a car in the house like a couch
Been rich, your b*tch can vouch, yeah
Now bring your scout, yeah
I put my dick in her mouth, yeah
We was on your couch, yeah
I put my nut on her comb, now you got a nut in your hair
Chanel on her panties
My flow ..
I got me a wife, but I still live like a bastard
I told her we married
But I’m never ‘gone marry her
I married the money and karats
I’m not tryna embarrass ya.

Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, baaag, baaag, baaag
Stack racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacksss.
Lil Uzi Vert lyrics
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Lil Uzi Vert – Bag Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
Funny, you can’t turn me down
I already know nobody don’t got my back
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ooh, boy you cappin, boy you cappin
Ooh, you ain’t put nothing on the map
Choppa on my lap
Ooh, she like when I pop them tags
Yeah, don’t trip ’bout my tag, yeah
Get my swag from my dad, yeah
Hunnid bands in my bag
30 rounds in my mag
Fuck niggas bit my swag, ayy
I was just tryna walk past, yeah
Put your lil bitch on a jet
Then sucked my dick in your lap, yeah
Smile in the whip, drive fast
Goin’ way faster than the Dash
Wanna race, boy, get dragged
Talking too slick, get clapped
Fucking your bitch, no fag
So fuck nigga better relax, ’cause everything I say facts
I skate on a bitch like Vans
Been wearing them shits [?]
Ridin’ ’round all black Mac
Know I gotta watch my back

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack, racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Kick my one-two, yeah, ooh
Fuck around, hunt you
Kick shit, Kung Fu
All my foreigns new
Throwing my [?]
Diamonds from Cancun
Twenty bitches [?]
[?] clowns, too
Your diamonds got clouds, too
Money talking loud, too
Can’t wait to embarrass you
I was thuggin’ [?]
I fuck like midnight blues
Three-hunnid for the big Bentley Coupe
Uh, yeah
Wrist on froze like “Ouch”
Got a car in the house like a couch
Been rich, your bitch can vouch, yeah
Now bring your scout, yeah
I put my dick in her mouth, yeah
We was on your couch, yeah
I put my nut on her comb, now you got a nut in your hair
Chanel [?]
My flow [?]
I got me a wife, but I still live like a [?]
I told her we married
But I’m never ‘gone marry her
I married the money and karats
I’m not tryna embarrass ya

[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks
Bag, bag, bag, bag
Stack racks, racks, racks
Black Mac, stay strapped
Ooh, big racks
Ooh, large stacks