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BAD MF
Hip-Hop/Rap
BAD MF was released on June 12, 2026 by HitEmUp as a part of the album Luv The Tour
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Release DateJune 12, 2026
LabelHitEmUp
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler White
Tyler White
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Greg Pass
Greg Pass
Songwriter
Tyler White
Tyler White
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rae Summers
Rae Summers
Engineer

Lyrics

Throw your hands up, if you a bad motherfucker
Throw your hands up, if you a real motherfucker
Throw your hands up, if you was ridin' with the cutter
Ay now keep your hands up, if you up in here till the sun up
Throw your hands up,if you a bad motherfucker
Run them bands up, if you a bad motherfucka
Throw that blicky up, if you be ridin' with that cutter
Throw your hands up, throw them bands up
She wanna kick it but this is not fifa
Yeah i might fuck you but i cannot keep ya
Cookin' on beef and i'm rollin' i'm high and i'm geekin'
I'm takin' em out like the reaper
Hand on the money i'm really a dummy
I need to get nerfed i'm really a cheater
Straight out that jungle but i'm not no cheetah
Really too cold so i keep me a heater
That Za is all that i know
For that fame she might as well choke
For that bag she might get poked
She mad she having no hope
She chasin' the dollar she wanna lil quote
Lil baby ain't havin' no goals
We walkin' em down we on that
We movin' and kickin' in doors
We movin' and kickin' in doors for real
Bitch I'm on tour i got hoes for real
One slimy she play with her nose for real
One a real boss she got goals for real
One is a nurse she givin' me shots even though i told her i don't need her
(I don't needle)
One hella fancy we fuckin' the rolls
I hop in the back she my eater
I hop in the back of the rolls and we get it in
I done hit now she tellin' her friends again
Talkin' to me like Ty can you hit again
Shit i'm drunk so you know i get lit again
Couple shots of that casa it's in her face
She look at me and say she like how i taste
Shawty drunk and she usin' my nut to chase
Suck it off she don't let my shit go to waste
She drinkin' up using nut for the chase
We goin' fast i don't call it a date
Baby from Florida she got a little peach, god dang she havin' that cake
I don't like goin' to the strip girl
Got a lot of girls just throw it in the face
I don't wanna throw all the money in the air
I got the blues in the face
You don't like goin' to the club but i do
The hoes shakin' titties and they shakin' ass too
And i'm the type of **** that'll blow a bag too
Like damn how much for a private room with you
I seen you on that pole baby girl doin' tricks
Now i'm tryin' to see the tricks that you do on his dick
Bust it open baby gone head do a split
I'll blow a bag baby girl i'm a trick
Baby i'm a trick if a treat come with it
I'll blow a bag on you baby i ain't kiddin
I'll blow a bag have your ex **** trippin
I'll have him mad show that **** what he missing
I'll make a man make that **** wish he stayed
I'll make him mad have that **** in a rage
I'll boss you up baby have you looking slayed
Then get all in his head like i'm arrogant tae
Throw your hands up if you a bad motherfucker
Run them bands up if you a bad motherfucker
Turn this jam up if you a bad motherfucker
Throw your hands up, throw your hands up
She wanna kick it but this is not fifa
Yeah i might fuck you but i cannot keep ya
Cooking on beef and i'm rollin' i'm high and i'm geekin
I'm takin' em out like the reaper
Hand on the money i'm really a dummy
I need to get nerfed cause i'm really a cheater
Straight out the jungle but i'm not a cheetah
Really too cold but i keep me a heater
Baggage real large and we touchin' them figures
That baggage real clean but i'm itchin' my fingers
We changing the weather ain't havin' no sweater
Ducking the rats and makin' the cheddar
Having them packs and gettin' it settled
We on your hat then we rollin' with metal
Your girl like the corn i'm cookin' the kettle
I don't like to record i ain't on that level
Been in the creek yeah show me how you live
Trails get steep and i'm goin' for the kill
My foot on they neck i go hank king hill
Feel like i'm hank cause i'm king of the hill
Feel like frozone all my ice is on chill
These diamonds hit when i step on the field
Tryna go cop me a house in the hills
Now throw them bands up and forget how you feel
Throw them hands up if you a bad motherfucker
Throw them bands up if you a bad motherfucker
Hold your blicky up if you be ridin' with that cutter
Throw them hands up, throw them bands up
Written by: Greg Pass, Tyler White
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