"Hold Em" lyrics

[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

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

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

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

[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

[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

[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

[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