Bad to Tha Bone (feat. Giggs)
Max Biggavel
Haha, yeah
(Couture)
Four-time felon, quick to give a nigga the steamer
Never been on probation, I don't do misdemeanors
Shout out to Big Meech, shout out that nigga Shmurda
My baby, she sold her soul, child out flippin' burgers
I finally got mama a house (mama), money couldn't spend it
Seven figures from prison, all mine's independent
Eloquent Music God (EMG), some would call me genius
Some women want the money, most of 'em love the penis
Came back on post-conviction, post-convictions it be them niggas that's in your gym
Caught up in the systеm
I was searchin' for little paper (paper), playеd with prophecies (yeah)
Desperate to find a caper, cocaine shoppin' sprees
Visions to be the nigga, started flippin' music
Negro spirituals, they didn't think that Bigg could do it
Jag on chrome, put the mag' to your dome
Used to be super bad, now I'm just bad to the bone, oh
I'm b-b-b-bad (bad)
A couple mil' in the stash (a couple mil' in the stash)
Two hundred plus on the dash
I fucks with chicks with the bag (I fucks with chicks with the bag)
I'm bad to the bone (I'm bad)
I'm bad to the bone (I'm bad)
I'm b-b-b-bad (bad)
I'm super bad to the bone (yeah)
Hollow the general, always respect the people (yeah)
Dude got the TEC for evil, always protect the people (yeah)
Dude disrespected me, shoot up and ate the vehicle
Beat up the .45, few from the Desert Eagle (ooh)
Superbad (bad)
Superbad to the bone, nigga, scoop the bag (hmm)
Where I'm at, this my home, niggas shoot and stab (stab)
Never had an idea what a yute could have (trust me)
MAC-11 on pop
Niggas got him down, think it was 'bout seven o'clock
Man was sittin' down, thinkin' that it's never gon' stop
If you look around, niggas stick together a lot
'Cause you never know when a nigga's ready or not
But I always know, niggas gotta wetten 'em up
On a level though, niggas know the devil's a plot
But I get it though, now a nigga sell in the shop
I'm b-b-b-bad (bad)
A couple mil' in the stash (a couple mil' in the stash)
Two hundred plus on the dash
I fucks with chicks with the bag (I fucks with chicks with the bag)
I'm bad to the bone (I'm bad)
I'm bad to the bone (I'm bad)
I'm b-b-b-bad (bad)
I'm super bad to the bone (yeah)
See I was known for the wavy
The Gran Coupe got me torn
I put my ma in a home
I'm super bad to the bone
Copped that new 'Lac with the chrome
They pushed my packs with the phone
I'm super bad to the bone
I'm super bad to the bone, yeah
Fuck with it
Haha, yeah
(Couture)
Four-time felon, quick to give a nigga the steamer
Never been on probation, I don't do misdemeanors
Shout out to Big Meech, shout out that nigga Shmurda
My baby, she sold her soul, child out flippin' burgers
I finally got mama a house (mama), money couldn't spend it
Seven figures from prison, all mine's independent
Eloquent Music God (EMG), some would call me genius
Some women want the money, most of 'em love the penis
Came back on post-conviction, post-convictions it be them niggas that's in your gym
Caught up in the systеm
I was searchin' for little paper (paper), playеd with prophecies (yeah)
Desperate to find a caper, cocaine shoppin' sprees
Visions to be the nigga, started flippin' music
Negro spirituals, they didn't think that Bigg could do it
Jag on chrome, put the mag' to your dome
Used to be super bad, now I'm just bad to the bone, oh
I'm b-b-b-bad (bad)
A couple mil' in the stash (a couple mil' in the stash)
Two hundred plus on the dash
I fucks with chicks with the bag (I fucks with chicks with the bag)
I'm bad to the bone (I'm bad)
I'm bad to the bone (I'm bad)
I'm b-b-b-bad (bad)
I'm super bad to the bone (yeah)
Hollow the general, always respect the people (yeah)
Dude got the TEC for evil, always protect the people (yeah)
Dude disrespected me, shoot up and ate the vehicle
Beat up the .45, few from the Desert Eagle (ooh)
Superbad (bad)
Superbad to the bone, nigga, scoop the bag (hmm)
Where I'm at, this my home, niggas shoot and stab (stab)
Never had an idea what a yute could have (trust me)
MAC-11 on pop
Niggas got him down, think it was 'bout seven o'clock
Man was sittin' down, thinkin' that it's never gon' stop
If you look around, niggas stick together a lot
'Cause you never know when a nigga's ready or not
But I always know, niggas gotta wetten 'em up
On a level though, niggas know the devil's a plot
But I get it though, now a nigga sell in the shop
I'm b-b-b-bad (bad)
A couple mil' in the stash (a couple mil' in the stash)
Two hundred plus on the dash
I fucks with chicks with the bag (I fucks with chicks with the bag)
I'm bad to the bone (I'm bad)
I'm bad to the bone (I'm bad)
I'm b-b-b-bad (bad)
I'm super bad to the bone (yeah)
See I was known for the wavy
The Gran Coupe got me torn
I put my ma in a home
I'm super bad to the bone
Copped that new 'Lac with the chrome
They pushed my packs with the phone
I'm super bad to the bone
I'm super bad to the bone, yeah
Fuck with it
Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Thompson, George Thorogood, Charly Wingate, Paul Couture
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