[Chorus]

Boss man Byrd Gang shit ⁣
We highed up Biggavel ⁣
Boss Don ugh Too high ⁣
To get over from ⁣
Puffing this piff this ⁣
Grand Cru got me drunk as a bitch ⁣
Owww 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 Swizzy ⁣
Too low to get under ⁣
As long as the street to take me ⁣
And I don’t care what ⁣
N***as think of as long ⁣
As we stay caking ⁣

[Max B Verse]

You dont wanna get popped get shot bullets in yo ass
Made the n***a scream
Me and the game so intimate
Cop some extra vests's
Since the the job beis your incident
But we all know that ain't real, its like a bitch against Biggavel
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 whats under the V coat
My swag so mean I could clutter your cheese flow
I let the sawed off....BLAM THERE YOUR KNEES GO
Lit his BVD’s up where his tees go