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 Migos 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 Migos 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 Migos's narrative.
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You know Young Rich Niggas
You know so we ain't really never had no old money
We got a whole lotta new money though
(If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot ya) hey
Raindrop (drip), drop tops (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, 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 a Uzi (baow)
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 a Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)
Offset, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Rackaids on rackaids (racks), got backends on backends
I'm ridin' around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bitch right from you (you)
Bitch, I'm a dog, woof (grrr)
Beat the ho walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, woo (skrrt)
I tell that bitch to come comfort for 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)
Ayy, we did the most most)
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (woo)
Yeah, my diamond's a choker (glah)
Holdin' the fire with no holster (baow)
Rick The Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This a Rollie not a Mueller (hey)
Dabbin' on 'em like the usual (dab)
Magic with the brick, do voodoo (magic)
Court side with a bad bitch (bitch)
Then I send the bitch through Uber (go)
I'm young and rich and plus I'm boujee (hey)
I'm not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrrah)
Rackaids on rackaids, got backends on backends
So my money makin' my back ache
You niggas got a low Act' rate (Act')
We from the Nawf, yeah dat way (Nawf)
Fat cookie blunt in the ash tray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the Lamb', have a drag race (skrrt)
I let them birds take a bath bae (brrr)
Raindrop (drip), drop tops (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, 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 a Uzi (baow)
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 a 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 your bitch-ass wifey and we know she sluttin' (bitch)
Broke a brick down, Nutty Buddy, 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 (cook it up)
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I'm on stage show me boobies (ayy)
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 in the good luck (skrrt)
I'm cookin', I'm cookin', I'm whippin'
I'm whippin' until it rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her ten 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 (yeah), float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way (dat way), I used to trap by the subway (trappin', trappin')
Yeah, dat way (go), young nigga trap with the AK (rrrah, uh)
Yeah, dat way (yeah), big dyke ho get the door, Macy Gray (hey)
Raindrop (drip), drop tops (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, 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 a Uzi (baow)
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 a Uzi (dope) (huh?)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey) (what?)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah) (what?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my bitch she bad to the bone, ayy (what?)
Wait, these niggas watchin', I swear to God they be my clones (they watchin')
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 won't fuck with my crew (my crew)
'Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the 'Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrrt, skrrt)
Wait, what kind of 'Rari? (wait) 458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate
Look, go to the strip club, make it rain (yeah)
So much money they use rakes (they use rakes)
Count a hundred thousand in your face (in your face)
Yeah, then put three hundred right in the safe
Met her today, yeah (ooh)
She talk to me like she knew me, yeah (ooh)
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, ayy
And you know we winnin' (winnin')
Yeah, we is not losin'
Try play your song, it ain't move me (what?)
Saw your girl once now she choosin', yeah (hey)
Raindrop (drip), drop tops (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, 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 a Uzi (baow)
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 a Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30's and 100 rounds too (glah)