"BAD ASL (AMFTAFR)" lyrics

(Young Rich Squad)

I need them racks bad as hell (Go)
Damn, the bitch I'm with bad as hell (Go, go)
I run up the sack, bitch, NFL (Go)
Every time I check on you boys, you ain't doin' well (Let's go)
You say you the plug, you ain't really got shit to sell (Let's go)
Over, diamonds straight out the wishing well
I took my bitch shoppin' in Chanel (Let's go)
If I pull the pack out, I made a sale (Okay, let's go)
I pull the pack out to pay the bail (Huh, let's go)
They want me locked up, I pay the bail
Huh, I'm off a Perky, it's hard to tell
Nigga, this leather, designer, that Prada smell (Let's go)
Bricks, nigga, I'm proud to bail
We got bricks, nigga, it's hard to mail (Let's go)
My bitch is bad as hell (Let's go)
Hundred percent, like NFL (Let's go)
Fat, I'm eatin' well (Let's go)
Facts, you off a pill (Let's go)
You sent a text to your dream girl (Huh)
You probably know that you meal well (Huh, huh)
But that bitch sittin' in the trap house (Huh, huh)
She off a tab and like three pills (Huh, huh)
You beg your bitch like, "Bae, be for real" (Let's go)
Your bitch is like, "Ayy, be for real" (Let's go)
Your bitch is like, "Ayy, be for real" (Let's go)
Bae, be for real
I'm off a tab in this bitch
I'm finna dab in this bitch (Okay, let's go)
I'm in the lab in this bitch (Let's go)
I'm livin' lavish and shit
Opp pack, I'm smokin' dead in this bitch
Smokin' niggas and shit, I would never be rich
Finna pour up some codeine, I can't feel my lips (Let's go)
I be steppin' in Polo's and Owens, I'm Rick (Let's go)
All of my friends take acid for real (Let's go)
Acid for real, acid for real, that acid for