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[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 b*tch, one [?]
Flash, no lightswitch
Two packs, no [?]
Just white sh*t 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
f*cking with another n*gga b*tch
[?] 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 b*tch, 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, b*tch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn
Whip bad, b*tch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn
Whip bad, b*tch 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 b*tch, she too bad
Porno flick with no Comcast
Put a big di*k in that fat ass
Murking n*ggas is too bad
[?] went bad
Ducttape for them 10K's
n*gga 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, b*tch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn
Whip bad, b*tch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn
Whip bad, b*tch 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 b*tch so bad, everything
She want [?]
Them hoes looking, them b*tches looking
My cars all be foreign
n*gga 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*ggas be boring
[?] on my [?]
Purp and lean on my boat
[?] the bad b*tches, I ain't gotta touch no dope

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