[Intro]

Los Don, Biggavell

You already know what it is

We in your hood, niggas

Ghetto Warfare

We on the phone, call Tone

Tell 'em I said "Snatch the cash up, bring stills, get all the ratchets, bring all the guns out, the M16, the AK, bring out the Glock 9, the 40 Cals, all that good shit, nigga"

Get ready

[Verse 1: Los Don]

Nina Bruno in the front, Biggavelli in the back

Everybody fucking strapped

All you hear is "click clack"

Two nines, farther grips, 40-Cals, black masks

Niggas want to start some problems, where these little pussies at?

We ain't afraid to go to war

My niggas always with that

Empty out the clip, my niggas, push your shit back

Sittin' on big stacks

Colder I can whip that, clockwise my niggas, bring all the shit back

Remedial with the D, little spoon is how I mix that

Talk about the hustle, the grind, because I lived that

You ain't never did that

You don't hustle where you live at

These niggas realer than me?

Y'all need to kill that

Ask me about my deal, and I'll show you where a mill' at

Everything I write behind, I make 'em feel that

Bentley Continental on 7th Ave, I'm wheeling that

My mojo brought my swagger back

Must be where them diamonds at

[Chorus: Max B]

Four more niggas to go

Three more niggas to go

Two more niggas to go

One more nigga to go (Oh, oh, oh)

We gonna make a little look like a lotto

We need a hundred-thousand to blow (Oh, oh, oh)

Back to back and it’s ByrdGang

We them niggas getting your dough (Oh, oh, oh)

Los Don and the Biggavell

We getting money to comfort your ho (Oh, oh, oh)

[Verse 2: Max B]

Its Biggaveli and Los Don, we two of Harlem's finest

We finally getting this money, the crew will never find us

The candles we got enough, hammers we got enough

That ammo we got enough, ammo don't give a fuck (What)

We need them glistening for the airs, Bigga's a pimp

He sleep with two bitches in the bed

These niggas hating a thug, 'cause his buzz is gettin' bigger

The fiends sniff up the drugs and fuck up all the liquor

I see some bitches that I like, bet you I'ma stick 'em, bet you I dick 'em

I'm everything that I predicted (Yeah)

I need that new Beamer with the strobes

My new Nina, my new Gina, she keep my on my toes

I'm so heavy with the flow, give you so many of 'em

Hit you with so many of 'em, I spit 'em by the dozen

I'm that nigga in the hood, Biggavelli the Don

Load the burner, then I pop at your belly and your arms

[Chorus: Max B]

Four more niggas to go

Three more niggas to go

Two more niggas to go

One more nigga to go (Oh, oh, oh)

We gonna make a little look like a lotto

We need a hundred-thousand to blow (Oh, oh, oh)

Back to back and it’s ByrdGang

We them niggas getting your dough (Oh, oh, oh)

Los Don and the Biggavell

We getting money to comfort your ho (Oh, oh, oh)

[Bridge: Max B]

I got these niggas that's dipping for my ice

Pussy is nothing, Bitches I hit 'em with the pipe

This is the life

They trying to get caught up in the shit

Twenty plus, still looking good

Roll up on the strip, my niggas don't play no games

Lead pop, head shots, bullets go in your hoodie, fucking up your dreadlocks

Dead not, nigga you's a bitch, told on your team, scared to death

Niggas you's a snitch

[Verse 4: Los Don]

See me stacking that paper, bitch I'm getting money

You know the flows stay exclusive, the hottest thing in the country

You ain't ballin mothafucker, You don't do it like this

I'm official boss nigga, I can take your bitch

I be copping them chickens, grinding moving them birdies

Leave you about them dead pres, like Youngblood and Kirby

Send a shot from the Ruger

Bullets land in your gurney, I'm blowing you dirty

Yeah, y'all motherfuckers heard me

[Chorus: Max B]

Four more niggas to go

Three more niggas to go

Two more niggas to go

One more nigga to go (Oh, oh, oh)

We gonna make a little look like a lotto

We need a hundred-thousand to blow (Oh, oh, oh)

Back to back and it’s ByrdGang

We them niggas getting your dough (Oh, oh, oh)

Los Don and the Biggavell

We getting money to comfort your ho (Oh, oh, oh)

Four more niggas to go

Three more niggas to go

Two more niggas to go

One more nigga to go (Oh, oh, oh)

We gonna make a little look like a lotto

We need a hundred-thousand to blow (Oh, oh, oh)

Back to back and it’s ByrdGang

We them niggas getting your dough (Oh, oh, oh)

Los Don and the Biggavell

We getting money to comfort your ho (Oh, oh, oh)