Friday, June 8th, 2018

Bhad Bhabie ft. Lil Yachty – Gucci Flip Flops

Well, this won’t be controversial now, will it?


Kat Stevens: Fierce spitting over Kid A B-side sad twilight twinkles! I am intrigued and charmed. I also have a nagging feeling that I should be staring out of the window wondering why life is so unfair, and that Bhad Bhabie is about to knock on my door and ask if I want to come to the pub instead of revising.

Alex Clifton: This has been stuck in my head with one of the catchiest riffs of the year, but I’ve been mad about it this entire time. I can’t say Bhad Bhabie has any actual charisma, nor any real feeling behind what she raps about — it sounds like she has one emotion, which is permanent anger. The trash-talk isn’t even convincing; Bhad Bhabie likes the word bitch but I can’t tell what, precisely, she wants to tell her haters. Lil Yachty’s verse adds nothing to the song either; it’s just noise after a while. I don’t think it’s my worst song of the year, but it’s not ghood, either.

Micha Cavaseno: Bhad Bhabie Bregoli is maybe at worst a 2 or 3 on the Soundcloud Rap Richter Scale of Repulsion. Garish as she might be as a personality, she’s kept appropriation to a minimal level, she isn’t a pedophile, she’s not trying to promote excessive drug use for the sake of cultural resonance… perhaps not the highest bar to clear, but in this day and age, you wonder why exactly she gets so much of disdain. She’s already more competent as a rapper than appropriators like Iggy Azalea, and “Gucci Flip Flops” with all of its basic-ness at being a rap banger is ultimately inoffensive. Heck even the Yachty verse is decent. The worst thing you could launch at a record like this is that her perpetual heights seem at best “average,” and maybe the current rap climate is so overloaded that we just don’t need more average rap cluttering up the game.

Ian Mathers: It almost feels like no matter how you respond, you can’t escape being part of the joke/thinkpiece/problem (delete as appropriate).

Katherine St Asaph: Every generation gets the Kreayshawn they deserve. Which, I guess, means Generation Z deserves marginally better than millennials did. Or at least they deserve sadder music.

Julian Axelrod: When I told my friend I’d gotten into Bhad Bhabie, she buried her head in her hands. “Oh no,” she wailed, as if I’d just told her I ran a dog fighting ring out of my basement. Her dismay was understandable, if misplaced — even in an age where our chart-topping rappers hail from Degrassi and Community, apparently Dr. Phil is a step too far. I think a lot of the Bhad Bhabie bhacklash stems from her embodiment of a sea change in rap we’ve long tried to ignore. She’s the byproduct of rap’s last wave of gentrification, the poster child for a generation of white kids in suburbia who had unlimited access to the music of another community’s struggle. In an age where every once-dependable institution has been co-opted by inexperienced outsiders with sinister intentions, it’s only fitting that rappers are getting deals off Instagram stories and viral memes. When rap is as ubiquitous as stop signs and running water, why wouldn’t a white teenager think it’s theirs for the taking? “Gucci Flip Flops” is the moment when the machine gains sentience, and Bhad Bhabie claws her way out of the uncanny valley. She’s not fucking around anymore, and every part of the song serves as a reminder: the unshakable hook, the ominous beat that sounds like the night sky tearing asunder, and the verse from Lil Yachty, self-proclaimed King of the Teens. (Yachty’s brazen defiance of the etched-in-stone rap canon paved the way for Bregoli. He directly precedes her in the fucked up daisy chain of rap’s collapse.) And at the center of it all is Bhad Bhabie, making a meal of every word and spitting it out like she’s smacking gum on the bus. It’s all fake, and it’s nearly indefensible, and I can’t stop listening to it. For all our hand-wringing, this is the soundtrack for our swan dive into hell. If the world is ending, at least we get one final banger.

Frank Kogan: Eight little notes sit wistfully in the background, leaving her tough and amused and in control of the rhythm — while whatever else is inside her stays inside.

Jibril Yassin: “Gucci Flip Flops” is no “Hi Bich” but it’s supposed to serve as another reminder that Danielle Bregoli isn’t going anywhere and we brought this upon ourselves. The thrill of listening to Bhad Bhabie stems not from how real she is but how well she raps for a pre-teen, enunciation and flow light years ahead, sometimes outperforming her collaborators. That being said, Yachty tried his best! He’s having fun!

Rachel Bowles: In the course of writing this review I have learnt some things. 1. “Bhabie” is pronounced “baby” thus 2. Bhad Bhabie and her bhad bhlaccent aren’t coming after Nicki as I had previously feared. 3. It is possible for me to find something involving David Spade mildly amusing. 4. This doesn’t make me a bad person, just a human trying to find a sliver of joy within the nightmarish world of “Gucci Flip Flops.”

Reader average: [6.5] (4 votes)

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9 Responses to “Bhad Bhabie ft. Lil Yachty – Gucci Flip Flops”

  1. I waffled on reviewing this and eventually wussed out, mostly because I am better able to article how I feel about Danielle Bregoli the public person (an odd fondness) than the song itself; but I’m surprised no one linked to the Meaghan Garvey profile, which talks about how (a) she’s from Boynton Beach (which really makes me want to read something about Florida rap that takes into account how “Florida” is an odd elongated state with at least three distinct geographies) and (b) when she was six she helped her (single) mom through breast cancer treatment.

  2. * better able to articulate, and I can’t even blame that one on Autocorrect

  3. Yeah I def feel a bit bhad, like I was perhaps overly harsh and I’d like to addendum my review. Iggy iggy is just still so fresh in our cultural memory. I loved (and still do) love Work and like her first EP, but obvs Iggy is problematic AF and I don’t want to fall into that trap (no pun intended) again. I didn’t mean to be so dismissive as to bhung Bhabie in with Iggy, and especially as she’s still a child and still very much growing as an artist and a person (and almost certainly she’s been/being exploited by the like of Dr. Phil etc.) Like others, I have had a v unexpected penchant for Lil Bich and No Heaux (that spelling is one of my fave things of 2018 so far,) just not Gucci Flip Flops. Soz if this comment makes no sense, I’ve had no sleep!

  4. I didn’t write this in my blurb since it really has no place there but during the whole Bhad Bhabie/Woah Vicky stuff I found out that one of the incidents happened at Four Seasons Mall in Greensboro, i.e. my mall

    (technically it wasn’t my mall, Burlington has/had a mall, but everyone went to Greensboro instead)

  5. (but also, the “heaux” spelling predates 2018 and bhad bhabie…)

  6. I saw Bhad Bhabie on tour with Asian Doll in San Francisco a few weeks ago and I gotta say she’s actually pretty good. Hi Bich/These Heaux/Gucci Flip Flops/Mama Don’t Worry are all phenomenal songs and in all honesty she’s not that much more braggadocious than the average 15 year old.

    And she doesn’t say the n-word. I’ll be waiting for that album

  7. When do we cover Lil Tay

  8. Katherine, where do you know the “heaux” spelling from? I kinda assumed that it would have been around before but this is my first awareness of it

    Joshua, with all due respect and kindness, NO! I swear to God I’m as yet unrecovered from that Jezebel profile of her and the interview with her non-manager :(

  9. like all of the -eaux spellings it’s been around, MAC was already using it for lipstick in 2013