Max B Super Bad Lyrics

[Verse 1: Max B]
Anybody can get it, nobody exempt
All my Niggas is rich but nobody contempt
All my Niggas is thoro, nobody pretends
Don't trust them bitches nobody your friends
You see I married the streets but fell in love with the music
Treated my bitch like shit then she got her retribution
See I believe in the justice, restitution
Poo got a life with the 30 minus the execution
They gave me 75, got it dropped to a 20
Then got it down to a dozen nigga I'm good with the money
Bigga you good with the bitches, got a way with the ladies
Couple steaks on the grill, spend a day with the babies
Dipped my toes in the pool, tell him smoking ain't cool
No playing hooky today, you fuckers are going to school
Never needed the bitch, cheddar cheese on my grits
That's wasn't positive music, nigga neither is this yeah

[Chorus: Max B]
I'm super bad super bad
Where I'm from you niggas get murdered super fast
Yeah I'm super bad super bad super bad
Before they rendered the verdict I blew a bag
Yeah I'm super bad super bad super bad
Told em 'fore they went on a lick use a mask
Super bad Super bad Super bad
50 million dollars in chips do the math

[Verse 2: French Montana]

[Chorus: Max B]
I'm super bad super bad
Where I'm from you niggas get murdered super fast
Yeah I'm super bad super bad super bad
Before they rendered the verdict I blew a bag
Yeah I'm super bad super bad super bad
Told em 'fore they went on a lick use a mask
Super bad Super bad Super bad
50 million dollars in chips do the math

[Verse 3: Max B]
Do or die (Do or die), suit & tie (Yea)
Thousand dollar shoes, Louis on the side
Looking good on the plane, get you good if you blink
All my niggas they smoke like a woman that drink
Baby bring me some baby run it like DMC
Eloquent music genius, don't fuck with that EMG
No tipping around the spot, they sniffing around that's hot
The chopper it got a scope, hit you from down the block
Rock Paper Scissors, break they heart play the bitches
Got a game at the Garden, Knicks tonight they play the Clippers
I can eat about seven dogs, do maybe seven bids
Been down the hard road, you maybe never kid
Came at you mother fuckers with all that I could
Four different babies, four different woman and all of 'em good
Where I'm from only few can last, niggas'll shoot your ass
My brothers my cousins, even my mother she super bad yeah

[Chorus]
I'm super bad super bad
Where I'm from you niggas get murdered super fast
Yeah I'm super bad super bad super bad
Before they rendered the verdict I blew a bag
Yeah I'm super bad super bad super bad
Told em 'fore they went on a lick use a mask
Super bad Super bad Super bad
50 million dollars in chips do the math

(Outro)
Boss Don Biggavel Paul couture mother fucking super bad yea negro spirituals baby motherfucker super bad ain't nothing spiritual about it we riding mother fucker super bad yeah EMG baby motherfucker super bad frank what's good I see you yeah motherfucker super bad black I see you motherfucker super bad Montana what's good I see you yeah motherfucker super bad all my mother fucking niggas out there all my crew yeah motherfucker super bad all my bitches uncle mook all my niggas yeah we motherfucker super bad fuck the mother fucking police strong yeah we motherfucking super bad fuck with me none of them niggas motherfucker super bad