[Intro: Max B]

If anything nigga

Call it a Byrdgang special here man

Rider music

Like a BLT in the morning

Put me back in

Get you real Wavy

On that westside highway

Capo

Yo Max

[Chorus: Max B]

Hold me, don't go

Your so Wavy

Oh no

It's ByrdGang, we make hits

We take straight chips

We the the best bitch

It's Jim Jones, and it's Biggavel

And it's Matrix, and it's Antler

Got the gun back

And you can't thug

About your puppy love

Watch it bubble up

Look at his skin tone

[Verse 1: Max B]

Leave your body on the side of the Jackie Rob

Clap for y'all

Put a nigga six feet in the dirt

Ima rap phenom

Give the nigga something to think about

Close him in, stake him out

Drink him out, think about

The next move, I take him out

I make it out

Nigga we caking out

Gotta stay low with a piece

Staking out, I'm breaking out

The block on fire, eating off the Boss Don stocks up higher

Yeah, I'm like a coca cola classic

Mix it with the Hennessy

Roll you up in plastic

Bastard, close your casket

Don't nobody wanna see you but your mother and your brother

You's an ugly motherfucker

I'ma be there where the nigga sit

Troopers on my tail, time to hit the stick

Ain't going back to jail, ain't this a bitch?

Capo had the dang worker from the inside

I been high

Tell me when the men drive

[Chorus: Max B]

Hold me, don't go

Your so Wavy

Oh no

It's ByrdGang, we make hits

We take straight chips

We the the best bitch

It's Jim Jones, and it's Biggavel

And it's Matrix, and it's Antler

Got the gun back

And you can't thug

About your puppy love

Watch it bubble up

Look at his skin tone

[Verse 2: Mel Matrix]

A lot tension in the air, but I don't sweat that

Get a homie your address, they be where you rest at

Aim where your chest at, then knock your head off

Going all black, Blood, then take the red off

Pop off in the coupe and cruise off easy

Had low 50 tucked, so the witness don't see me

Cause lots of niggas sing in that precinct

Then hit the strip, hit the block and try to act like you beasting

You pussy, I ain't respecting your handles

It's lights out, boy, I'll put out your candles

Place you in that nice lil pine box

That's the repercussion when you fucking with them 9 Pacs

Shoot out his feet, make the nigga tap dance

His body clap to the body tap for the lap dance (ATL)

My squad got the game on a headlock

Feel otherwise, place a bet, nigga, let's rock

ByrdGang

[Chorus: Max B]

Hold me, don't go

Your so Wavy

Oh no

It's ByrdGang, we make hits

We take straight chips

We the the best bitch

It's Jim Jones, and it's Biggavel

And it's Matrix, and it's Antler

Got the gun back

And you can't thug

About your puppy love

Watch it bubble up

Look at his skin tone

[Verse 3: NOE]

Damn I got gangsta

Shitted out a buck of the jet fuel

Still couldn't spit it, no claim

Not to mention, we'll never get attention, So we keep the weight up

We like water attention, I'm a bomb scare

I'm a stand up guy, rocking niggas like I'm grandpa's armchair

The fact is, I'm Tahiti hot, baby

Whatever play is on, I'm a Wheaties box, baby

I took the slow G, blew up the soul fiends

I should sing R&B, the way a nigga hold key

Get it? Hold key

Lean like the Yo-Play

Niggas say I'm Lavert, sound like the old Jay

Sip the Rosay, mix it with the OJ

Stay making my rap style switch like the flow yay

Already be eating fine, nigga

'Cause somewhere, probably a street sign, nigga

Look up

[Chorus: Max B]

Hold me, don't go

Your so Wavy

Oh no

It's ByrdGang, we make hits

We take straight chips

We the the best bitch

It's Jim Jones, and it's Biggavel

And it's Matrix, and it's Antler

Got the gun back

And you can't thug

About your puppy love

Watch it bubble up

Look at his skin tone