[Chorus: Max B]

It's Byrd Gang, and nigga we ball

Better give us the ball

Whenever you need a score in the crunch time

Give you the raw, and we give you our all

Sticky rider music with no punchlines

We still in the hoodie, pushing out the goodies

We stay on the low, ducking from the one time

The guns loud, bullets make it out

So pay me, motherfucker, 'cause I want mine

[Verse 1: Max B]

Yeah

Max on his way to the top fast

The money increases, somebody get this nigga, he speeding

The D's got his description, sexy, young, male, in a necklace

But the case was only domestic

You tryna stack figures for family

It's funny these rap niggas, I got them resorting to a plan B

I'm tryna flip big, overseas where the foreigners be

And there's only one LeBron in this league

That's me, Max bitch, the nigga with hot flows

The nigga with hot hoes my nigga, I got dough

And yeah, I love letting that thing pop

You ain't 'gotta count what's left at 'cha bank stop

It's better than him, think not

I trick 6 figures, make my bricks look bigger

Like I put them in tank tops

Million dollar baby is best

Byrd Gang , we be cruising, cock sucker we already knew it

[Verse 2: Stack Bundles]

You already know I talk do not greasy

It ain't no question

I get them laid down, durag easy

My attitude stanks, got a hell of a aurora

Fuck with me, they know I'ma bubble like club soda

Club promoters the only way I'm getting booked

I'm allergic to getting robbed, I ain't never been a jook

Try, it's gonna be a sad story

Had the hood lighting candles and pouring out 40's

The 40 will complicate everything

Let it ring blow through his torso, and trauma plate everything

Wake up on the wrong side of the bed purposely

Squeeze on them, shows over curtains B

Life's a bitch, still blowing kisses at her

She letting me slide, 'cause I get her pussy wetter

I be fly in that Nautica feet work

5-7's, Kristine Ortega T-shirts

They say too flamboyant to be a G

And that car got too many B's to be a V

The watch got a stupid band, red ice all mixed in with the blue, like the wet police Supermans

[Chorus: Max B]

It's Byrd Gang, and nigga we ball

Better give us the ball

Whenever you need a score in the crunch time

Give you the raw, and we give you our all

Sticky rider music with no punchlines

We still in the hoodie, pushing out the goodies

We stay on the low, ducking from the one time

The guns loud, bullets make it out

So pay me, motherfucker, 'cause I want mine

[Verse 3: Mel Matrix]

I heard y'all niggas wanna shoot the joint (word)

I'ma go get the tooly, I'ma shoot the joint (pop pop)

You get the point?

The engine in the back, doors go up on the Lambo

Tanktop, jewels on, riding around like I'm Rambo (east side)

Switch's spit on the truck, like babies with an attitude

Niggas talking like bitches, like hoes when they mad at you ( Y'all hating?)

But I got something for loose lips

This big ass 40, hollow tips, and these 2 clips (I'll bust your head boy)

For B.G., I slump something

Oldhead statis, 85 nigga lump something (fo show)

Do a stretch and come back

Put the work in the hood

And catch a crazy comeback (getting that guap)

Eh, look, I done told y'all niggas

Like a light bankroll, I'll fold you niggas

Cock sucker, my crew ain't timid

When it come to this beef shit, my squad on Lenox

[Chorus: Max B]

It's Byrd Gang, and nigga we ball

Better give us the ball

Whenever you need a score in the crunch time

Give you the raw, and we give you our all

Sticky rider music with no punchlines

We still in the hoodie, pushing out the goodies

We stay on the low, ducking from the one time

The guns loud, bullets make it out

So pay me, motherfucker, 'cause I want mine