King Von, Pretty P, D-Rayyy - Bad Vibes lyrics

I'm a bad lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
I'm about that bag
Finesse a goofy 'til I'm rich
('Til I'm rich)
Real cute, 5'6, still will beat a bitch
I want the money but the
Nigga ain't seeing shit
Hair long and I'm rocking the Chanel
My man get a low, send it
Come through the mail (Through the mail)
Bad bitch come through
She gon' shake something
One call and my niggas gon' take something
(Take something)
Go ahead, baby girl, go, shake it
Told me another girl, I'm tryna break it
Real bitch, never snitch, fuck 12
(Fuck the cops) i went to jail back then and
You know I didn't tell

D-Rayyy, the real bad bitch (The realest)


Tell your nigga I don't want the head
I'm coming for the bricks (Bitch, I'm low)
Keep wishing, I'm on all these niggas lists
Last nigga tried to play with me
They found him in a ditch (That nigga dead)
No bop shit, I still drop shit
I beat a bitch ass, yeah, that's not shit
(That ain't nothing)
Still chasing, not to brag, you know I got it
(I got that shit)
I'll never stop 'til you see
Me at the top lit

I'm a bad lil' bitch (Lil' bitch)
I'm about that bag
Finesse a goofy 'til I'm rich
('Til I'm rich)
Real cute, 5'6, still will beat a bitch
I want the money but the
Nigga ain't seeing shit
Hair long and I'm rocking the Chanel
My man get a low, send it
Come through the mail (Through the mail)
Bad bitch come through
She gon' shake something
One call and my niggas gon' take something
(Take something)
Go ahead, baby girl, go, shake it
Told me another girl, I'm tryna break it
Real bitch, never snitch, fuck 12
(Fuck the cops) i went to jail back then and
You know I didn't tell

P Thang and I come to fuck this track up
(Pretty P)
Just talked to D-Rayyy, she said, "P Thang
Run that sack up" (That money)
Call Lil', bitch
You know she got that MAC tucked
Period, you bitches weak, is you serious?
Your nigga spent the bag and I
Ain't fuck if you was curious (Nah)
I got a drop on this
Flexing nigga and it's serious
Grab them Glocks and them fifties shots
And make his body rock anyway, he a stain
Right here with like fifty K
(Come get his ass)

I'm a bad lil' bitch (Uh, huh)
I'm about that bag
Finesse a goofy 'til I'm rich (Uh, huh)
Real cute, 5'6, still will beat a bitch
I want the money but the
Nigga ain't seeing shit (yeah, yeah, bitch)
Hair long and I'm rocking the Chanel (yeah)
My man get a low, send it
Come through the mail
(Come through the mail)
Bad bitch come through
She gon' shake something
(She gon' shake it)
One call and my niggas gon' take something
(Boom, boom)
Go ahead, baby girl, go, shake it
(Go, shake it)
Told me another girl, I'm tryna break it
(Tryna break it)
Real bitch, never snitch, fuck 12 (Nah)
I went to jail back then and
You know I didn't tell (Nah, nah, nah)

She a bad lil' bitch and she know it
(And she know) if the police get behind us
She gon' flow it (She gon' boom)
And if a nigga play crazy, she gon' blow it
(Boom, boom)
After that we in the club going crazy
I tell her throw it (I tell her go)
Five mop sticks, riding through the opps shit
(Where a opp?)
I got hot shit, they begging me to drop shit
(Boy, I'm hot) all that cop shit
That ain't gon' stop shit
(What? Huh? What?) boy, watch this
Bullets hit his mouth and leave him lock lip
(Boom, boom, boom, boom)
It was me and her in traffic (Me in traffic)
I got my gun in her purse, I'm a savage
(I'm a savage)
She was in the passenger, I was in the driver
(Huh? What?)
Some nigga pulled up to the side of
Our car and got to blasting
(Damn, boom, boom)
You know me, I got the wheel
(I got the wheel)
My shawty came up blowing, she tryna kill
(Boom, boom)
And where I come from, bitch, we in the field
(What? Huh?) if that bitch catch a body for
You then you know it's real