“Bad And Boujee” by The Migos Translated Into English

[Intro:  Offset]

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, hah
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)
Hey!

Translation by Kiari Kendrell Cephus:

 Hello everybody, my name is Kiari Kendrell Cephus, better known as Offset of the Atlanta-based hip hop group named The Migos.  I just want to start out by letting you all know that my cousin Quavious Keyate Marshall (Quavo), Quavo’s nephew Kirshnik Khari Ball (Takeoff), & myself did not come from a family that had money.  But ever since we secured our record deal, we have a bunch of new money that has allowed us to do things we were only capable of dreaming about in the past.  So that’s who The Migos are guys.

Side note:  A producer out of St. Louis, MO by the name of Leland Tyler Wayne, better known as Metro Boomin’, Young Metro, or simply Metro has an affinity for going on Twitter to declare that he doesn’t trust certain people without giving any real explanation for his distrust.  So if you unfortunately make Leland’s list of untrustworthy people, sadly, our mutual friend Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn, better known as Future, will have to come pay you a visit that may cost your life.  Sorry.

[Chorus:  Offset]

Raindrop (drip), drop top (drop top)
Smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin’ on your bitch she a 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 to get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin’ up dope with an Uzi (blaow)
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 an Uzi (dope)
My niggas is savage, ruthless (hey)
We got 30’s and 100 rounds too (glah)

Translation by Kiari Kendrell Cephus:

 Hello, this is Kiari again and this is a day inside of my life.  Often times I like to find myself driving around in my drop top car even if the weather is calling for rain.  If it does start to rain, I’ll let my roof back up and then proceed to light up some recreational and/or medicinal marijuana inside of my vehicle with the windows rolled up as a form of relaxation.  After I’m done with my recreational and/or medicinal marijuana, I like to go engage in sexual relations with your girlfriend because quite frankly, your girlfriend is just not faithful to you.  After I’m done engaging in sexual relations with your girlfriend, I drive back to a place where I engage in questionable activities that may be frowned upon by law enforcement to prepare to cook an illegal white substance that originated from South America inside of a crockpot.  The reason why I’m choosing a crockpot is so that I let this substance purposely slow cook so I can go out & run a few errands here there.  Also, I would like to take credit for discovering the method of slow cooking this white substance inside of a crockpot.  I believe I deserve a pat on the back for this.  The reason why I’m cooking this white substance in a crockpot is because where I’m originally from, everybody is living in poverty to a degree with very little economic & educational opportunities to thrive and this white substance from South America can literally elevate one out of poverty (assuming you don’t get killed or go to jail in the process).  Being that I have access to this white substance, I honestly cannot take any chances with people which is why I must keep a firearm on me at all times because this product is just too valuable.  This product is so valuable that I often times have to have my private security team on call at all times just incase somebody figures out just how valuable this white substance truly is.  Unfortunately, if you attempt to figure out just how value this white substance really is, well…you may be in for a bad day & due to the nature of the business I am in surrounding this white substance, I will not feel sorry for you if your feelings and/or physical body gets hurt.  I will however offer you a Kleenex to help ease the pain.  But like I said, this white substance originating from South America is so valuable that when I’m in the process of preparing it, I literally have to hold an Uzi sub machine gun in my hand just in case some potential issues come my way either from the police or some random person trying to gain access to my white substance.  So I’m just warning you that if you try to come for my white substance, you will be met with an Uzi sub machine gun or you will be greeted by security team who have a reputation of thwarting off intruders & competition.  Our arsenal combined consists of plenty of weapons that are capable of holding magazine clips that store 30 to 100 rounds of bullets…this is just how serious we are about protecting this white substance.  Lastly, the girl that I do claim is very attractive, “high class” & snobbish…just the way I like them.

[Verse 1:  Offset]

 Offset, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo!
Rackaids on rackaids, got back-ends on back-ends
I’m ridin’ around in a coupe (coupe)
I take your bih right from you (you)
Bitch I’m a dog, roof (grr)
Beat the hoe walls loose (hey)
Hop in the frog, whoo (skrt)
I tell that bih to come comfort 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)
Aye, we do the most
Yeah, pull up in Ghosts (whoo)
Yeah, my diamonds a choker (glah)
Holdin’ the fire with no holster (blaow)
Rick the Ruler, diamonds cooler (cooler)
This is a Rollie, not a Muller (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 bougie (hey)
I’m not stupid so I keep the Uzi (rrah)
Rackaids on rackaids, got back-ends on back-ends
So my money makin’ my back ache (aagh)
You niggas got a low act rate (act)
We from the North, yeah, that way (north)
Fat cookies blunt in the ashtray (cookie)
Two bitches, just national smash day (smash)
Hop in the lamb, have a drag race (skrt)
I let them birds take a bath, bae (brr)

Translation by Kiari Kendrell Cephus:

 Hey guys, Kiari again.  So just to let you know, I keep a lot of cash money on me at all times while I’m riding around in a 2-door coupe.  While I’m riding, please understand that your girl will more than likely choose me so that she can ride in my 2-door coupe & possibly get access to some of my money.  For future reference, every woman reading this, just know that I am a dog who shows no loyalty to any one woman.  Also understand that my sexual performance in the bedroom will cause a woman’s vagina to not feel “tight” anymore.  Usually after I’m done loosening up vaginal walls, I typically do not stay to cuddle.  I just put my clothes back on and jump into my car that has headlights that resemble frog eyes.  Sometimes while I’m in my car with the “frog eyes” I’ll go find another woman and tell her to come make me feel good about myself for living such a wonderful life.  My life is so wonderful that everybody who is not me or a part of my rap group are just jealous and beneath me in character & financial status.  It’s rather apparent that these people are beneath me because they often times publicly declare how much they despise my life & success that they even go as far as to pray that the devil comes after to me ruin what I have going on.  But luckily for me, to counter all of this hate and jealousy, I keep big stacks of cash money in my pockets at all times to remind me that I’m not alone as long as these green dead white men on pieces of paper are in my possession.  While I’m out and about, I love to remind people less fortunate than me that The Migos are very braggadocious to the point where we just like to go to random places just to be seen exiting the inside of a $300K Rolls-Royce Ghost.  After we exit the Rolls-Royce Ghost, I purposely like to draw attention to my short length necklace that has diamonds in them.  While I’m drawing attention to my short necklace, I’m often holding a gun in my hand just in case somebody attempts to rob me, if they do…then I will have to shoot them.  The reason I may have to shoot them is because they are simply jealous that my diamond short necklaces that I like to wear give me the illusion that I am a rapper named Richard Martin Lloyd Walters, better known as Slick Rick The Ruler, who is famous for wearing a bunch of necklaces.  Also, let me make it clear that this watch on my arm is a Rolex, not to be mistaken for another expensive watch called a Muller made by watchmaker Franck Muller.  After everybody has checked out my car, my necklaces, my gun & my watch, I proceed to throw my head into my arm as if I’m sneezing, known as the dab, to signal to people that quite simply…I’m the man.  I became the man due to my skills in selling a white substance from South America.  I’m so successful at selling this white substance that I’m often seen seated side court at basketball games with a very attractive woman, yet my time is so limited that after the game is over with, instead of me driving this young woman home, I call for an Uber to come pick her up because quite simply…I’m young, rich & arrogant.  But please don’t mistake my youth, financial status & arrogance for stupidity.  I do keep a sub machine gun called an Uzi nearby at all times just in case of a potential danger against my life due to the fact that I walk around so flashy with large amounts of cash money on me at all times that sometimes causes my back to ache.  But being that most of you non-rich and non-flashy people are not as smart as me, I really do not have to worry that much.  So with that said, I just want to remind that I’m from the North side of Atlanta out in Gwinnett County (Lawrenceville to be exact).  I keep a big recreational and/or medicinal marijuana cigarette in the ashtray of my car, I often have sex with two women at the same time as if sex with two women is a national holiday, I like to drag race Lamborghinis, and after it’s all said and I done, I go back to cooking my white substance that I imported from South America.

[Chorus repeated]

[Verse 2:  Quavo]

Pour a four, I’m droppin’ muddy
Outer Space, Kid Cudi (drank)
Introduce me to you bitch as wifey and we know she sluttin’
Broke a brick down, nutted butted, 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
Run with that sack, call me Boobie (run with it)
When I’m on stage show me boobies (aye)
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 and the good luck (skrrt)
I’m cookin’, I’m cookin’, I’m whippin’
I’m whippin’ into a rock up, let it lock up (lock up)
I gave her 10 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 you Klout up
Uh, yeah, dat way, float on the track like a Segway (go)
Yeah, dat way, I used to trap by the Subway (trappin’)
Yeah, dat way, young niggas trap with the AK (rrah)
Yeah, dat way, big dyke hoe, get the door, Macy Gray (hey)

Translation by Quavious Keyate Marshall:

Hello everybody, Quavious here.  Let me first start off by saying I like to pour four styrofoam cups filled with Sprite, codeine & promethazine mixture until I’m super high as if I were going into outer space like the title of a Kid Cudi song.  After I’ve become intoxicated off of this drink combination, I would prefer if you introduced me to your main girlfriend so that I can engage in some forms of sexual relations with her because you and I both know that she isn’t faithful.  While I’m engaged in pornography style sexual relations with your girl, somehow I will manage to prepare a batch of this white substance for sale that I got imported from South America.  After I do all of that, you’ll then attempt to hide from me for whatever reason.  But please understand, if and when you do come back into my presence, if you make any sudden moves you may wind up getting shot by my favorite gun known as a Draco AK-47.  Just to serve as a reminder, I do hang out with a lot of people who have no issues with shooting you as well.  But sometimes I just like to be alone.  Even in my alone time, I still find time to cook up this white substance from South America.  My cooking skills with this white substance are so amazing that people have nicknamed me Quavious Ratatouille after that mouse in the Disney-Pixar movie Ratatouille.  After I’m done cooking my white substance, I’m so good at moving this product that I tell people to refer to me as “Boobie”, as in Boobie Miles the former high school tailback for Permian High School in which a movie about his high school football career was made called “Friday Night Lights”.  Don’t forget that I am a member of the famous rap group called The Migos, so the next time I’m on stage performing, please do not forget to lift up your shirt to show me your breasts as a sign of your appreciation for me.  (Side note:  have you seen the diamonds in my necklace?  They are just amazing.)  Just because I am a famous rapper, please understand that I will spontaneously jump out of an old school car with suicide doors and begin shooting people with my Uzi sub machine gun to remind people that I still live this street life.  To further remind people that despite me being a famous rap artist, I still like to engage in selling illegal substances just like that white substance I imported from South America.  I really like the cooking aspect of this white substance for some reason.  After I cook this substance and sell it off, I normally make so much money from it that I have no issue with giving my girl $10K to just go spend as she pleases at stores of her choosing.  The reason why I do this is because I have a thorough understanding that most of the women I deal with are just trying to sexually please me in hopes of becoming famous via an app called Instagram.  But anyways, I am a rapper first and foremost, so when I do rap, my rhymes are so smooth that one would think that I was literally just floating smoothly as if I was a mall cop riding a Segway machine so effortlessly.  But I do feel the need to remind you that I once used to be a white substance provider who used to operate near a Subway fast food spot back in the day.  When I was engaged in that activity full time, I always made sure to keep an assault rifle known as an AK-47 on me at all times just in case my life or freedom was endangered.  One interesting aspect about my old life of selling this white substance is that I used to have a big lesbian coworker who resembled Macy Gray who used to be the door greeter greeting new & current customers.  Good times.

[Chorus repeated]

[Verse 3:  Lil Uzi Vert]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My bitch she bad to the bone, aye
Wait, these niggas watchin’
I swear to God they be my clones
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 want fuck with my crew
Cause the money come all out the roof
Drive the Rari, that bitch got no roof (skrt)
Wait, what kid of Rari?  458 (damn)
All of these niggas, they hate (they hate)
Try to hide, shoot through the gate
Look, go to strip club, make it rain, yeah
So much money, they use rakes
Count 100 thousand in your face (in your face)
Yeah, then put 300 right in the safe
Met her today, ooh
She talk to me like she knew me (yeah)
Go to sleep in a jacuzzi, yeah
Wakin’ up right to a two-piece (yeah)
Countin’ that paper like a 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 (aye)
And you know we winnin’ (winnin’)
Yeah, we is not losin’
Try to play your song, it ain’t move me (what?)
Saw your girl once, now she choosin’ (yeah)

Translation by Symere Woods:

Hello everybody, my name is Symere Woods, American rap artist from Philadelphia known as Lil Uzi Vert, who was asked to guest star on this song “Bad and Boujee” by The Migos.  When I first received the call to do a guest spot on this song, the first thing that literally ran through my mind was me yelling “YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH”.  I was so excited that I decided to express that excitement in the very first line of my verse to let you all know how excited I truly was for being invited to recite my rap with The Migos.  But anyways, please understand that my woman is extremely fine and for some odd reason I have a lot of guys who love to watch everything I do because I am a star to the point where they often times mimic everything I do from how I wear my hair to how I get dressed.  I guess they just want to be a clone version of me, who knows, but they can’t because I am constantly switching up women and my rap lyrics like I switch up my wardrobe.  I’m unpredictable.  But what is very predictable about me is that I keep an arsenal of guns around that have so many bullets in the magazines that it would appear to a person on the receiving end of these bullets that I never reload my weapons when I started shooting them.  That right there plus my unpredictable lifestyle is enough to convince every woman I encounter to want to engage in sexual relations with the group of guys I hang around.  The main reason is because these women understand that we have so much money that it appears that it can pile up all the way to the ceiling.  Also, we love to drive drop top Ferrarris with 458 (4,499 cc) engine blocks in them that go very fast…and people who are not a part of my group of friends often times tend to hate to the point where they make plans to rob me at my house, but due to my security system, I can see them hiding behind that gate to my property.  So I take my guns out with the endless ammo and shoot these foes right through the gate.  After I shoot these jealous perpetrators, I go straight to the strip club to toss ridiculous sums of money in the air to let everybody see how successful in life I am.  I toss so much money in the air, that the people in charge of collecting all of the money off of the floor have to literally break out rakes to scoop all of the money up.  But guess what?  Even after I toss all of that money in the air, I still have a bunch of money left over.  So much money that I can literally count $100K in your presence AND THEN GO put another $300K in my safe!  With all of this money, often times I will meet a new woman who would swear up and down that she knows me simply because she saw me on tv or heard my song on the radio and what usually ends up happening is that she will sexually please me in a jacuzzi at a hotel on the same day that I met her.  After she pleases me, I will then go back to counting all of my money to admire my financial success while I’m eating some chicken that I like to dip in blue cheese sauce (yummy).  Meanwhile, everybody else who is not a part of my crew or The Migos crew, well…they are just fake & untrustworthy, like my collar (not sure why I said that to be honest…Freudian slip maybe).  (Side note:  I like Gucci.)  But at the end of the day, my friends and I are winners.  We are not losers.  To demonstrate that you are a loser, if you are a recording artist like me and your song doesn’t make me bob my head, then you are a loser and for you being a loser, your girl will choose me once she sees me.  Yeah.

[Chorus repeated]

Your favorite mulatto who isn’t interested in your feels.
  • Ken Meeks

    Let me cut to the chase: I’m old school. Hell, I’m old period. I was in my early teens when rap emerged. I grew up listening to LL, Run-DMC, X-Clan, Rakim, Chubb Rock, KRS-One, etc… Even when they rapped about sex, gettin high or whatever, it was coherent. This new wave (mumblecore? mumblerap? Shootniggasselldrugsandhavesex rap?) is perplexing to me. Thanks for the hilarious translation. It’s a whole lot of drug induced slow talk about…….NOTHING!

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