[Intro]

Listen, man

What's up?

I heard you done got you a dime piece, man

Hell naw, man, that nigga lyin', cuz

One of them Beyoncé, Meagan Good types, man

Nah, nah, nah

Is that true, man?

I just wanna know

Probably not

I mean, shit, to be honest with you, man, she's a...

[Verse 1]

Bad thang (Shit), fine as hell (Woo), thick as fuck

Oh my God (Damn), that's my baby

Caroline, you divine, mighty fine

Shawty really blow the pipe (That's true), like a pro

Aha, fuck you thought?

[Pre-Chorus]

Holy shit, I'm really lit (It's lit)

It's lookin' like it's 'bout time (Shee), to fuck it up (Work)

Caroline, listen up, don't wanna hear

About your horoscope or what the future holds

Shut up and, shut up and

[Chorus]

Let's get gory like a Tarantino movie

Don't wanna talk it out, can we fuck it out?

'Cause we gon' be up all night, fuck a decaf

You say I'm a tall thug, guess I'm a G-raffe

If you want safe sex, baby, use the knee pads

Freaky with the sticky-icky, baby, give me kitty, kitty

Mmm, killa, westside nigga (Ayy, ayy, goddamn)

Boy, you like 98 degrees and I'm 300

Nigga, keep your feet runnin' (Hot, hot)

I Chief-Keef-Keef when I eat these beats, bet a boy get scurred (Get scurred)

Don't run up in my lane, I don't want you in my lane

You a lame, get swerved

[Post-Chorus]

'Cause great scenes might be great

But I love your bloopers

And perfect's for the urgent

Baby, I want forever

And, Caroline, don't you see that

I want you to be my—

[Verse 2]

Bad thang (Woah, shit), fine as hell (Woo), thick as fuck

Oh my God (Damn), that's my baby (Woah, woah)

Caroline, you divine, mighty fine (Woah-oh-oh)

Shawty really blow the pipe (That's true), like a pro (Ah)

Aha (Wha-?)

[Pre-Chorus]

Holy shit, I'm really lit (It's lit)

It's lookin' like it's 'bout time (Shee), to fuck it up (Work)

Caroline, listen up, don't wanna hear

About your horoscope or what the future holds

Shut up and, shut up and

[Chorus]

Let's get gory like a Tarantino movie

Don't wanna talk it out, can we fuck it out?

'Cause we gon' be up all night, fuck a decaf

You say I'm a tall thug, guess I'm a G-raffe

If you want safe sex, baby, use the knee pads

Freaky with the sticky-icky, baby, give me kitty, kitty

Mmm, killa, westside nigga (Ayy, ayy, damn)

Boy, you like 98 degrees and I'm 300

Nigga, keep your feet runnin' (Hot, hot)

I Chief-Keef-Keef when I eat these beats, bet a boy get scurred (Get scurred)

Don't run up in my lane, I don't want you in my lane

You a lame, get swerved

[Post-Chorus]

'Cause great scenes might be great

But I love your bloopers

And perfect's for the urgent

Baby, I want forever

And Caroline (Caroline), don't you see that

I want you to be my—

[Outro]

Bad thang, bad, bad, bad, bad thang, thang, thang, thang, thang

Bad thang, thang, bad, bad, bad, b-b-bad, thang, thang

Bad thang, thang, thang, bad, b-bad, bad thang, thang, thang

Bad, bad thang, thang, bad, bad, bad, b-b-bad