Bad - Steel Banglez, Yungen, 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

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

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

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

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

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

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