Super Bad - Max B, French Montana, Paul Couture

All my niggas is rich but nobody content

All my niggas is thorough (Yeah), nobody pretends (Yeah)

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 (C'mon), restitution

Poo got a life with the 30, minus the execution

They gave me 75, got it chopped 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, I spend a day with the babies

I dipped my toes in the pool, tell him smokin' ain’t cool

No playin' hooky today, you fuckers is goin' to school

Never needed the bitch (Never), cheddar cheese in my grits

That wasn’t positive music, nigga, neither is this, yeah

I’m super bad (Super bad), super bad

Where I’m from, you niggas get murdered (Yeah), super fast

Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad

Before they rendered the verdict (Yeah), I blew a bag

Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad

Told 'em 'fore he went on a lick (Yeah), use a mask

Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad

Fifty million dollars in chips (Montana), do the math

Super bad (Super bad), super bad

Where I’m from, all we promised a suit and tag (Suit and tag)

Super bad (Super bad), super bad (Super bad)

Where I’m from, we ain’t trippin', all we do is laugh

Open your eyes, bring the oohs and the ahs

It’s the more you got, halves to even the odds

My bitch was a demon, had me poppin' pills, leanin'

Had my dope subpoenaed, made it through the cracks like a genius

Couldn’t see Chinx in a box, and they gave Max 7−5

Journey since that genocide, then pull us back to the traps

Why you think I’m drinkin', huh?

My dope said, «Don't tweak»

'Cause I ain’t had no shoes, but he ain’t had no feet

They called it a dream, I called it a plan

I called it a theme, they called it a scam

My vision way clearer than my VVS diamond link

Baby, come float the boat, but don’t let it sink

You don’t know the math, a whole different shoe

And fuck about the past, it ain’t nothin' new

I’m super bad (Super bad), super bad

Where I’m from, you niggas get murdered (Yeah), super fast

Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad

Before they rendered the verdict (Yeah), I blew a bag

Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad

Told him 'fore he went on a lick (Yeah), use a mask

Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad

Fifty million dollars in chips, do the math

Yeah, do or die (Do or die), suit and tie (Yeah)

Thousand dollar shoes, Louis on the side

Lookin' good on the plane, get you good if you blink

All my niggas, they smoke like a woman that drink

Baby, come bring me some B&B, run it like DMC

Eloquent music genius, don’t fuck with that EMG

No tippin' around the spot, they sniffin' around, it’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 (Yeah), do maybe seven bids (Yeah)

Been down the hard road, you maybe never, kid

Came at you motherfuckers with all that I could

Four different babies, four different women and all of 'em good (All of 'em)

Where I’m from only few can last, niggas’ll shoot your ass

My brothers, my cousins, even my mother, she super bad, yeah

I’m super bad (Super bad), super bad

Where I’m from, you niggas get murdered (Yeah), super fast

Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad

Before they rendered the verdict (Yeah), I blew a bag

Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad

Told him 'fore he went on a lick (Yeah), use a mask

Yeah, I’m super bad, super bad, super bad

Fifty million dollars in chips, do the math

Montana, what’s good?

I see you, yeah

Motherfucker super bad

Bustdown Biggavell, Holy Couture

Motherfucker super bad

Yeah, Negro Spirituals, baby

Motherfucker super bad

Ain’t nothin' spiritual about it

We ride

Motherfucker super bad