Bad Vibes lyrics

[Chorus: Pretty P]
I'm a bad lil' b*tch (Lil' b*tch)
I'm about that bag, finesse a goofy 'til I'm rich ('Til I'm rich)
Real cute, 5'6, still will beat a b*tch
I want the money but the n*gga ain't seeing sh*t
Hair long and I'm rocking the Chanel
My man get a low, send it, come through the mail (Through the mail)
Bad b*tch come through, she gon' shake something
One call and my n*ggas gon' take something (Take something)
Go ahead, baby girl, go, shake it
Told me [?] another girl, I'm tryna break it
Real b*tch, never snitch, f*ck 12 (f*ck the cops)
I went to jail back then and you know I didn't tell

[Verse 1: D-Rayyy]
D-Rayyy, the real bad b*tch (The realest)
Tell your n*gga I don't want the head
I'm coming for the bricks (b*tch, I'm low)
Keep wishing, I'm on all these n*ggas lists
Last n*gga tried to play with me, they found him in a ditch (That n*gga dead)
No bop sh*t, I still drop sh*t
I beat a b*tch ass, yeah, that's not sh*t (That ain't nothing)
Still chasing, not to brag, you know I got it (I got that sh*t)
I'll never stop 'til you see me at the top lit

[Chorus: Pretty P]
I'm a bad lil' b*tch (Lil' b*tch)
I'm about that bag, finesse a goofy 'til I'm rich ('Til I'm rich)
Real cute, 5'6, still will beat a b*tch
I want the money but the n*gga ain't seeing sh*t
Hair long and I'm rocking the Chanel
My man get a low, send it, come through the mail (Through the mail)
Bad b*tch come through, she gon' shake something
One call and my n*ggas gon' take something (Take something)
Go ahead, baby girl, go, shake it
Told me [?] another girl, I'm tryna break it
Real b*tch, never snitch, f*ck 12 (f*ck the cops)
I went to jail back then and you know I didn't tell
[Verse 2: Pretty P]
P Thang and I come to f*ck this track up (Pretty P)
Just talked to D-Rayyy, she said, "P Thang, run that sack up" (That money)
Call Lil' [?], b*tch, you know she got that MAC tucked
Period, you b*tches weak, is you serious?
Your n*gga spent the bag and I ain't f*ck if you was curious (Nah)
I got a drop on this flexing n*gga 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)

[Chorus: Pretty P & King Von]
I'm a bad lil' b*tch (Uh-huh)
I'm about that bag, finesse a goofy 'til I'm rich (Uh-huh)
Real cute, 5'6, still will beat a b*tch
I want the money but the n*gga ain't seeing sh*t (Yeah, yeah, b*tch)
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 b*tch come through, she gon' shake something (She gon' shake it)
One call and my n*ggas 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 b*tch, never snitch, f*ck 12 (Nah)
I went to jail back then and you know I didn't tell (Nah, nah, nah)

[Verse 3: King Von]
She a bad lil' b*tch and she know it (And she know)
If the police get behind us, she gon' flow it (She gon' boom)
And if a n*gga 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 sh*t (Where a opp?)
I got hot sh*t, they begging me to drop sh*t (Boy, I'm hot)
All that cop sh*t, that ain't gon' stop sh*t (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 n*gga 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, b*tch, we in the field (What? Huh?)
If that b*tch catch a body for you then you know it's real