Bad Alley Boy (Ft. Fat Trel & Master P)

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
What you know 'bout payphone, four ways
Rubber glove, no trace
No show for no court date
[?] sails on cocaine
White bitch, one [?]
Flash, no lightswitch
Two packs, no [?]
Just white shit for her right wrist
[?] no talking
Dead boddies, 'bout four coffins
I don't plan on taking no losses
Eating steak and shrimp with the bosses
A lotta duffle bags in my offace
Fucking with another nigga bitch
[?] that's me
And when she open her legs, you gon' see
That that bag belong to me
I know you hate [?]
I'm in ATL, I'm in big trouble, that duct tape is on me
I got a Fendi bitch, and she bad
And she got me in my bag
I got bands, I got grams
I got macks that don't jam

[Chorus: Alley Boy]
Whip bad, bitch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn
Whip bad, bitch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn
Whip bad, bitch bad
Five arms, duffle bags
Hundred pills, hundred cash
And an additude, goddamn