[Intro]
Boosie
Mom I'm sorry for being a bad boy

[Verse 1]
No rappers spittin' lyrics like I can
I take a pussy ass n***a and put his face in the sand
All the sexy ladies love me, man I'm fresh as can be
Bad boy reputation, I keep hitters with me
Head strictly for the top and I'm gettin' them figures
Might not stop for the cops 'cause they killin' us n***as
Got the whole world jumpin', people know all my raps
Bad bitches screamin' my name, n***as givin' me dap
Out of jail, back on the map, almost a hundred a show
I'm like Starbucks coffee n***a, I'm everywhere that you go
I don't care 'bout your favorite rapper, I'm the realest to blow
Steppin' on the fuckin' game like I stepped on that coke

[Chorus]
And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad)
Bad boy (bad, bad, bad), Boosie
And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad)
Bad boy (b-b-bad, b-b-b, b-b, b-b-b)

[Verse 2]
I'm like Floyd, I'm so undefeated
Music is my way of life, I need it, I breathe it
Turn up the mic and hear the sounds of a gangster
Five years inside a hole really fucked up my thinkin'
Diamonds shinin', neck is blindin', F-E-D's on my trail
N***as gettin' my album tatted, Touchdown 2 Cause Hell
Ridin' 'round in that Rolls Royce with the stars in the roof
System labelled me a killer and the magazine too
So what they do? spread they lies then they stick in a needle
Make me out an animal, and you people believe it
Guess I'm a bad bad boy, motherfuckin' bad boy
Gold teeth, gold jewelry n***a, bad boy
Bass stompin' through the speakers and I'm killin' the beat
I ain't met a n***a yet spit this shit like me
They call me Boosie Badazz, to the police, we don't talk n***a
Fuck every clothing line, wear Jewel House n***a
[Chorus]
And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad)
Bad boy (bad, bad, bad), Boosie
And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad)
Bad boy (b-b-bad, b-b-b, b-b, b-b-b)

[Verse 3]
It's like I rose from the dead 'cause they counted me out
Ever since I been released I been the talk of the talk
My daughter told you I was comin', she went viral for that
Told y'all that the streets was mine, she wasn't lyin' 'bout that
Now everything I touch is gold, I'm the best at this rap
We live like the Italians, we got morals and values
I break a muscle pound man all the way to his feet
Cut that n***a in his head and put his face in the sink
I come to lay it down and conquer, it won't be long
Samsung, man y'all need a Boosie Badazz phone
I got bitches by the dozens, all kind of complexions
In my Jacuzzi poppin' bottles, and all of us naked

[Chorus]
And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad)
Bad boy (bad, bad, bad), Boosie
And I'm bad (bad, bad, bad)
Bad boy (b-b-bad, b-b-b, b-b, b-b-b)