L[Intro: Max B]
Boss man Byrd Gang shit
We highed up Biggavell
Boss Don ugh
[Chorus: Max B]
Too high To get over
Puffing this piff, This Grand Cru got me drunk as a bitch (Oww)
Too low to get under, I can’t breathe no more
And the sizzurp too strong, I don’t need no more
Too high to get over, It’s like I need a G50
Get the 40s from Jimmy get the, Ninas from Strizzy
Too low to get under, as long as the street stakes me
I don’t care what niggas say, as long as we stay caking
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
The dark shades in his frames
All black V like Dark Vader's in the lane (Speeding)
Going straight to the game (Uh-huh)
They call it T.N.E (Swipe that)
Used to play the block, they used to call up T.M.Z (Squale)
I still get high, smoke 50's in one blunt
Trips to Dubai
Buck sixty in one month (Cakey)
I'm 'tryna keep it a hundred (Uh-huh)
We keep the guns on us and the jeeps getting blunted (Click clack)
We all know, the cities are playground
Shouts to the shine, got some niggas in K-town
Itchy on the trigger have 'em bring 'em in K's down (Choppers)
Kick doors fuckers have you niggas get face down (Get your ass up)
We still truck and duck tape niggas (Right)
That's how we handle punk fucked face niggas
[Chorus: Max B]
Too high To get over
Puffing this piff, This Grand Cru got me drunk as a bitch (Oww)
Too low to get under, I can’t breathe no more
And the sizzurp too strong, I don’t need no more
Too high to get over, It’s like I need a G50
Get the 40s from Jimmy get the, Ninas from Strizzy
Too low to get under, as long as the street stakes me
I don’t care what Niggas say, as long as we stay caking
[Verse 2: Max B]
You don't wanna get popped get shot
Bullets in yo ass, made the nigga scream
Me and the game so intimate
Cop some extra vests's
Since the the job be's your incident
But we all know that ain't rare, its like a bitch against Biggavell
That ain't fair, 'cause I'ma sell her out
Spread her wide and double back
Put her out on stroll and sell her for a couple stacks
Now go blow it all on Clicquot (And Remy)
Shorty on the dance floor blowing my meat slow
I fucks with bitches that deep-throat
So when the Feds raid
They swallow all the D and the weed smoke
And you can't see what's under the V coat
My swag so mean I could clutter your cheese flow
I let the sawed off, 'blam their your knees go
Lit his BVD’s up where his tees go
[Chorus: Max B]
Too high To get over
Puffing this piff, This Grand Cru got me drunk as a bitch (Oww)
Too low to get under, I can’t breathe no more
And the sizzurp too strong, I don’t need no more
Too high to get over, It’s like I need a G-50
Get the 40s from Jimmy get the, Ninas from Strizzy
Too low to get under, as long as the street stakes me
I don’t care what Niggas say, as long as we stay caking
[Verse 3: 40 Cal]
I eat with the drama, and sneak with the llama
Make the block hot, 'til the street is a sauna
Show up with that money, put heat to your mama
Beat her to trauma, see if I find ya
We are the new enterprise
This is 06, and I got the kufi list with vibes
Two whips few clips inside
Tool spit, you hit, you pricks decide
My work ain't done, 'til your first name son
I've been telling niggas, since Byrdgang one
If I front you Tuesday, and Thursday come
Either have my dough, or get your bird brain blung
This the third lane done, ridin' that Volva
I'm going over bumps, too high to get over
I thought I told ya, for those that hate me
40 with the 40, got the broken safety
[Chorus: Max B]
Too high To get over
Puffing this piff
This Grand Cru got me drunk as a bitch (Oww)
Too low to get under, I can’t breathe no more
And the sizzurp too strong, I don’t need no more
Too high to get over, It’s like I need a G50
Get the 40s from Jimmy get the, Ninas from Strizzy
Too low to get under, as long as the street stakes me
I don’t care what Niggas say, as long as we stay caking