[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 nigga 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 niggas is too bad

[?] went bad

Ducttape for them 10K's

Nigga 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

Nigga 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 niggas 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