[Chorus:] (x2)

Oopsy daisy daddy went and threw me up

And he let me hit the ground

I'm a gangster

I'm a bad man runnin wild

In the heart of these streets

I got plenty love from niggas who can understand

I'm a full grown man

But I love who I love

And keep all my money right

That's a byrdgang plan

[Verse 1:]

Yeah I talk a little shit

I lost money gambling dice

Step back and let it spark a little bit

I'm a shark a little bit

Take a visit to the pen and see my homie

T-fizzy and we talk a little bit

I done lost a little bit

But I hate to let these other niggas breathe

So at night time i floss a little bit

And I toss a little bit

I'm used to tellin niggas the price

Now i tell em it cost a little bit

I'm a boss a little bit

But trust me i swing a big stick around the hood like laccrosse a little bit

And I cry a little bit

But only when my niggas fail

Cause i like to see em try a little bit

Get em high a little bit

And teach em how to wash up

Currency maybe we can fly a little bit

So I give a little bit

And I got one request for the cops

Let a motherfucker live a little bit

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 2:]

Okay we all make mistakes

But some we make twice

Some get us cased up

Some will take your life

Some of us hardheaded

Some take advice

Some play it safe

Some shake the dice

Some fly standby

Some make the flights

Stuntin in my hood

Some don't make the night

You know I love my town but something ain't right

(Something ain't right?)

Yeah something ain't right

If he's the heart of the city

Why we all need a bypass

It's just my thoughts as they bypass

It's move porchses when they fly pass

Watch how you talk cause the lines tapped

And the courts will keep your mind trapped

Hit the clear pool tryn'a change the climax

We fuck whores till they climax

And let the time stack

We in two zones

And when i land i need a new phone

[Repeat Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]

Poppin nights wasn't rolling stone

So I guess that's why I roll with chrome

And I can turn the jungle to my home

And I'm well known in the streets

Been on (?) with my heat

That nigga so sweet

Knock him off if he innocent

Be the witness that remember shit

We show him torture if he tattles

We shoot shots that will

Crack his sales

Cause i ain't tryn'a scream

'Crack my sales'

And I still got packs for sale

Even though they tryn'a pack the jails

Have a nigga blowin stacks on bail

And the squalie still on my tail

Wanna see a nigga dead kneel

But I'll never squeal

And I'm still mobbin

I gotta break bread with the goonies cause the little homies still starving

So fuck patience or waiting for better looks

I'm out sly foxxin I'm gettin it with the crooks

[Repeat Chorus:] (2x)