BBC

BBC Song Text

[Verse 1]
Get in walls like Jericho
f**k a lame, they will run and tell anecdotes
Some sh*t been killin’ me, I had to make an antidote
Midwest hoe, churnin’ out magnum opes
Whoa

Pretty Boukie, spoil me, coupe me
Can't cuff one, keep a couple fellas, Kutis
Hold up, what happened? Y’all crackers is spooky
Online jump stupid, real goofy
Time to pull up, tough boy missing, Durruti
Turned him to a sl*t he said "Boukie a few teeth"
I don't give a f**k ‘bout your loose lips and loose tea
You see me, start swingin’ like "Who's key?"
Your team movin’ funny, no Druski
Tossin’ my salad like he toss a brewski
Got your man, "Oh my God, oh my God, J use me"
Dick game put him in a pew seat

[Refrain]
Bad b**ch coochie (Bad b**ch coochie)
Bad b**ch coochie (Bad b**ch coochie)
Bad b**ch coochie (That's that bad b**ch coochie)
Bad b**ch coochie (Bad b**ch coochie)

[Verse 2]
Dick riding like rodeo
I'm sick of hole, do you mind if we switch to throat?
Truth is, these b**ches don't want the smoke
They go low I go, "Hi bro, grab the scope"
Petty Boukie, f**k you sue me
Try your best b**ch, bet can't nobody do me
On your neck b**ch like that leash on Scooby
July baby got your nigga buying me rubies
My set in this b**ch like roomies
Skating on sh*t like I shopped at Zumiez
I just hit a stain, watch you'll see
No opp sh*t, we on that ass, Juicy
Act an ass for the booty
Vacay, no Cali, no Uchis
New nigga, new money
He blue cheese
He ya man but I'm hitting sushi
Bad b**ch coochie

[Refrain]
Bad b**ch coochie (Bad b**ch coochie)
Bad b**ch coochie (Bad b**ch coochie)
Bad b**ch coochie (That's that bad b**ch coochie)
Bussy on my mind like Boosie (Bad b**ch coochie)
[Verse 3]
You motherf**kers outta bars like Wayne when he dropped "No Ceilings"
Fresh bald fade, high with your pops wearing fitteds
I came in his ass and his jaw, he spitted
Shame shame
Shouldn't have swallowed
Hate long lost siblings
I been ready for a change
Like I sh*tted
My style kinda rare like your roommate did the dishes
I ain't trying to ball; I need a couple swishes
All men are dogs, I just need a couple b**ches
Acting like his britches ain't fittin'
Whoop his ass, give him stitches
Eat it too, if he rich and he splitting
MJ straight beat it like eggs in the kitchen
Like work, work, work b**ch pose
Said he want that cookie want that Do-si-Do
Ain't about the head? You better kill him with the no
If he ain't trying to get fed, you better send that nigga home
Even if it's hairy or it's Tucci

[Refrain]
Bad b**ch coochie (Bad b**ch coochie)
Bad b**ch coochie (Bad b**ch coochie)
Bad b**ch coochie (That's that bad b**ch coochie)
Bad b**ch coochie (Bad b**ch coochie)
Bad b**ch coochie
Bad b**ch coochie (Bad b**ch coochie)
Bad b**ch coochie (That's that bad b**ch coochie)
Bad b**ch coochie (Bad b**ch coochie)