Bad

[Chorus: MoStack] Bad, that gyal there, she bad That ain't my wife, my nigga, she gang Badder than Al Capone Smoking and drinking alcohol Bad, that gyal there, she bad That ain't my wife my nigga, she gang Badder than Al Capone Smoking and drinking alcohol [Verse 1: Not3s] No girl she ain't badder than She ain't been through a bag of man She can still roll Dixy chicken shop with me She don't care about no Hakkasan, she the baddest, man And that's so real Rolls with the gang 'cause she's so trill Grab me some weed from a dealer I tell her roll up, my boo knows how to bill And thats why I'm fucking with her That's why I'm rocking with her She ain't ever going through my phone And I got my trust up in her, yeah She's too real, she be The girl that can call me Whenever she wants me And she knows that we just be Gs, she [Chorus: MoStack] Bad, that gyal there, she bad That ain't my wife, my nigga, she gang Badder than Al Capone Smoking and drinking alcohol Bad, that gyal there, she bad That ain't my wife, my nigga, she gang Badder than Al Capone Smoking and drinking alcohol [Verse 2: Mr Eazi] My girl bad like Ri-Ri-Ri-Ri She never hide from the D-D-D-D So anyting she want, I go gi-gi-gi-give Anyting she want, I go gi-gi-gi-give, ahh, yeah She's the holster And the safety to my gun And when it's fist fights or it's gun fights In the streets, she never run She dey hold me down Feds knocking, she don't make a sound Steady on the grind Never shy to buss a likkle wine So all night long, I go give her Good, good love, I go give her She's all I want She dey make me lose my mind, I tell you my gyal bad [Chorus: MoStack] Bad, that gyal there, she bad That ain't my wife, my nigga, she gang Badder than Al Capone Smoking and drinking alcohol Bad, that gyal there, she bad That ain't my wife, my nigga, she gang Badder than Al Capone Smoking and drinking alcohol [Verse 3: Yungen] Bestie, bestie, she my rider Yeah she got the main line and the Lyca And when we riding out yeah she the driver I pied 'nuff of the old tings just to pipe her Girl, when you come back to my crib Best know you're getting that good D Yeah, I got rap P and hood P It might cost your whole bank account to book me Knightsbridge, hook her up with grilled meat She said she don't fuck rappers, but I still beat She said she wanna be more, I tell her "we'll speak" I got TLC at home but I still creep The good ones, I turn them to the bad ones The pretty ones, I turn them to the mad ones Mumma wants more grandkids, my bad, mum Giving her Gs is what I call a grandson [Chorus: MoStack] Bad, that gyal there, she bad That ain't my wife, my nigga, she gang Badder than Al Capone Smoking and drinking alcohol Bad, that gyal there, she bad That ain't my wife, my nigga, she gang Badder than Al Capone Smoking and drinking alcohol Bad