Lyrical Breakdown of Bad and Boujee - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bad and Boujee" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bad and Boujee" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Jeezy employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Jeezy's narrative.
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You know, young rich niggas
You know so we never really had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though, hah
(If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot ya)
Hey!
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)
Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends, I'm ridin' around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch I'm a dog, roof (grr)
Beat the hoe walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo (skrt)
I tell that bitch to come comfort me (comfort me)
I swear these niggas is under me (hey)
They hate and the devil keep jumpin' me (jumpin' me)
Bankrolls on me keep me company (cash)
Aye, we did the most (most)
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (whoo)
Yeah, my diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin' the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie, not a Muller (hey)
Dabbin' on 'em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Courtside with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I'm young and rich and plus I'm bougie (hey)
I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrah)
Rackings on rackings, got back-ends on back-ends, so my money makin' my back ache
You niggas got a low acc rate (acc)
We from the Nawf, yeah, dat way (nawf)
Fat Cookie blunt in the ashtray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath, bathe (brr)
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)
Pour a four, I'm droppin' muddy
Outer space, Kid Cudi (drank)
Introduce me to your bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin'
Broke a brick down, nutted butted, now that nigga duckin'
Don't move too fast I might shoot you (huh?)
Draco bad and boujee (draco)
I'm always hangin' with shooters (brrah)
Might be posted somewhere secluded (private)
Still be playin' with pots and pans, call me Quavo Ratatouille
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I'm on stage show me boobies (ay)
Ice on my neck, I'm the coolest (ice)
Hop out the suicide with the Uzi (pew-pew-pew)
I pull up, I pull up, I pull up
I hop out with all of the drugs and the good luck (skrrt)
I'm cookin', I'm cookin', I'm whippin'
I'm whippin' into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 racks
I told her go shoppin' and spend it all at the pop up (ten)
These bitches they fuck and suck dick
And they bustin' for Instagram
Get your clout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway (trappin')
Yeah, dat way, young nigga trap with the AK (rah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke ho get it though, Macy Gray (hey)
Raindrop, drop tops (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My bitch she bad to the bone, ay, wait
These niggas watchin'
I swear to God they be my clones
Yeah, hey, huh
Switchin' my hoes like my flows (what?)
Switchin' my flows like my clothes (like what?)
Keep on shootin' that gun, don't reload
Ooh, ooh, now she want fuck with my crew
'Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kind of Rari? Four fifty eight (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money, they use rakes
Count 100 thousand in your face (in your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe
Met her today (yeah)
She talk to me like she knew me (yeah)
I go to sleep in a jacuzzi (yeah)
Wakin' up right to a two-piece (yeah)
Countin' that paper like loose leaf (yeah)
Gettin' that chicken with blue cheese (yeah)
Boy, you so fake like my collar, you snakin', I swear to God that be that Gucci (aye)
And you know we winnin', yeah, we is not losin'
Try to play your song, it ain't move me (what?)
Saw your girl once, now she choosin', yeah
Raindrop, drop top (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot (thot)
Cookin' up dope in the crockpot (pot)
We came from nothin' to somethin' nigga (hey)
I don't trust nobody grip the trigger (nobody)
Call up the gang, and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (savage)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (grrah)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)