Bad to tha Bone lyrics

[Intro: Max B]
Max Biggavel
Haha, yeah
(Couture)

[Verse 1: Max B]
Four-time felon, quick to give a n*gga the steamer
Never been on probation, I don't do misdemeanors
Shout out to Big Meech, shout out that n*gga Shmurda
My baby, she sold her soul, child out flippin' burgers
I finally got mama house, money couldn't spend it
Seven figures from prison, all mine's independent
Eloquent music god, some would call me genius
Some women want the money, most of 'em love the p*nis
Came back on post-conviction, post-convictions it be them n*ggas that's in your [?]
Caught up in the systеm
I was searchin' for little paper, playеd with prophecies (Yeah)
Desperate to find a caper, cocaine shoppin' sprees
Visions to be the n*gga, 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

[Chorus: Max B]
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 f*cks with chicks with the bag (I f*cks 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)
[Verse 2: Giggs]
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, n*gga, scoop the bag (Hmm)
Where I'm at, this my home, n*ggas shoot and stab (Stab)
Never had an idea what a yute could have (Trust me)
MAC-11 on pop
n*ggas 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, n*ggas stick together a lot
'Cause you never know when a n*gga's ready or not
But I always know, n*ggas gotta wetten 'em up
On a level though, n*ggas know the devils a plot
But I get it though, now a n*gga sell in the shop

[Chorus: Max B]
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 f*cks with chicks with the bag (I f*cks 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)
[Outro: Max B]
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
f*ck with it (Haha)