Alley Boy
Bad
[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
What you know 'bout payphone, four ways
Rubber glove, no trace
No show for no court date
[?] sails on cocaine
White bitch, one [?]
Flash, no lightswitch
Two packs, no [?]
Just white shit for her right wrist
[?] no talking
Dead boddies, 'bout four coffins
I don't plan on taking no losses
Eating steak and shrimp with the bosses
A lotta duffle bags in my offace
Fucking with another n***a bitch
[?] that's me
And when she open her legs, you gon' see
That that bag belong to me
I know you hate [?]
I'm in ATL, I'm in big trouble, that duct tape is on me
I got a Fendi bitch, and she bad
And she got me in my bag
I got bands, I got grams
I got macks that don't jam

[Chorus: Alley Boy]
Whip bad, bitch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn
Whip bad, bitch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn
Whip bad, bitch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn
[Verse 2: Alley Boy]
When I was thirteen, I was too bad
My Cali bitch, she too bad
Porno flick with no Comcast
Put a big dick in that fat ass
Murking n***as is too bad
[?] went bad
Ducttape for them 10K's
N***a bucking, got too bad
She got green eyes, she too bad
My tongue in it, finger in it
[?] in that new jag
Candy paint on it with the [?]
Like Michael Jackson, I'm too bad
Leather jacket, no spikes, yeah
Me and Trel for this cocaine
Foreign whips, [?] the dash

[Chorus: Alley Boy]
Whip bad, bitch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn
Whip bad, bitch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn
Whip bad, bitch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn
[Verse 3: Master P]
I'm living good, I'm cutting checks
My living room, that's Cinimax
My bitch so bad, everything
She want [?]
Them hoes looking, them bitches looking
My cars all be foreign
N***a go for the last shot
The rap game [?]
Couple of G's, she hoing
Ten million, we touring
That's the new [?], that's the new Farrari
These rap n***as be boring
[?] on my [?]
Purp and lean on my boat
[?] the bad bitches, I ain't gotta touch no dope

[Chorus: Alley Boy]
Whip bad, bitch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn
Whip bad, bitch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn
Whip bad, bitch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn