Bad Af lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Deeski, I like this one)

[Chorus: Lil Tony Official & PCF Jaey]
She got a pretty face, pretty toes, and a nice body, and this ho bad as f*ck
And she say that she ain't got no n*gga, but it ain't addin' up
If it's true, then I'm tryna fulfill you, baby, add my number
I'm gon' be ridin' with you until them n*ggas kill me or I'm six feet under
I worked hard to make it out, sometimes, I feel like breakin' down
Got to stabbin' with my celly, police came to shake us down
Heard my n*gga ain't really my n*gga, his ass been tryna take me down
With Lil TKey on the backstreet tryna drop a hundred rounds

[Verse: Lil Tony Official & PCF Jaey]
Said I was flaw, but you ain't do sh*t for me, I helped you out, n*gga, how that sound?
Boy, we was broke as f*ck, we had to bust down, n*gga, split half a pound
n*ggas mad at me 'cause they still broke from when, I got it now
He jumped in the wrong side of the water, so I had him drown
n*ggas said they gon' be up forever, sh*t, where is they now?
What you know 'bout smoke that you can't run from? Pull up, gun him down
b*tch ain't wanna text me then, I bet she wanna f*ck me now
Heard my dog ain't really my dog, I'm tryna see what that's about
Heard my gang tryna X me out, n*gga must not know that I made sh*t hot
b*tch, we the ones in the city, ask 'bout PCF, boy, this sh*t on lock
We got a password inside the spot, you don't know that b*tch, this sh*t won't unlock
All my ex-hoes keep tryna come inside my life, get off my c*ck
They gon' leave when everything turn to sh*t, then come back when everything get better
I was fifteen, I had did my first one with a 9 Beretta
Very active with my weapon, Larry Bird, I shoot like a Boston Celtic
Yeah, b*tch had sent an essay to my phone, damn, baby, you could've kept it
[Chorus: Lil Tony Official & PCF Jaey]
She got a pretty face, pretty toes, and a nice body, and this ho bad as f*ck
And she say that she ain't got no n*gga, but it ain't addin' up
If it's true, then I'm tryna fulfill you, baby, add my number
I'm gon' be ridin' with you until them n*ggas kill me or I'm six feet under
I worked hard to make it out, sometimes, I feel like breakin' down
Got to stabbin' with my celly, police came to shake us down
Heard my n*gga ain't really my n*gga, his ass been tryna take me down
With Lil TKey on the backstreet tryna drop a hundred rounds