Bad 2 the Bone - Iamsu!, Hella Rawh!

Bad to the bone, bad to the bone

Bad to the bone, bad to the bone

Okay

Young Su, ask her to come through

She begging to come slide

She know how the boy ride

I got rims on the, whip, sittin' high

All white like, cool whip, we them guys

Ain’t no time for them cliques

It’s HBK gang, who I move with

Hit her with that pool stick

8 ball in the corner pocket, bitch it’s game time

Hate y’all buying producers to copy paste lines

I ain’t talking trade rumors, bitch I’m in another league

They drowning in the waves, I made, they can’t breathe

Got 'em in the mirror like damn it can’t be

It’s like these niggas blind, I’m something they can’t see

Bad to the bone, make her dance to the song

Call her up on FaceTime, just to see her through the phone

Baby bad to the bone, get the cash 'till I’m gone

I got big bank on me, throw them racks if I want

Baby bad to the bone, bad to the bone

Baby bad to the bone, bad to the bone

I just hit the mall, got a new fit

I went from McD’s to Ruth’s Chris

I got 'em waiting on the new shit

You are not the real deal, you a knock off

Me on the beat is like some wings with the hot sauce

Perfect combination, ain’t no conversation

Every day we eating, we don’t need no reservations

Every single weekend is like we are on vacation

But we don’t take no days off, so every thing is paid off, for real

The money that you made off your deal

That’s what I made off t-shirts, go sit in the bleachers

Hold up, lil' homie wait in line, you know its me first

Woke up out a cookie coma, zoning out that reefer

Bad to the bone, make her dance to the song

Call her up on FaceTime, just to see her through the phone

Baby bad to the bone, get the cash 'till I’m gone

I got big bank on me, throw them racks if I want

Baby bad to the bone, bad to the bone

Baby bad to the bone, bad to the bone