"M.O.B" lyrics
(feat. N.O.E)
[Max B:]
It's Byrd Gang, we tote them hammers
Them boys go in
They flows bananas
We get paid
Make hits regardless
Y'all ride that wave
We simply marvelous
Guns blaze, bullets rip your tummy
Take trips G5
Fuck bitches get money
Y'all hate from the side, we notice
We stay on the grind
My nigga we focused
Focused, we the streetest niggas out
Byrd Gang, baby
I get deeper than the south
We be cheating in the south
These niggas suck a dick, rap niggas
I'm only getting deeper in they mouth
I never was D's, never brolic
Bury me a G, he's an alcoholic
You bitch niggas get me twisted
Like I won't pop y'all top with the biscuit
Thought he was glistening
And the location unlisted
Cheese, beef patty, honey bun in the biscuit
You don't want it with me man
I fuck a career up
The bitches, I fuck 'em and share them
Dress 'em up, wet 'em up, nice and prepare them
Sex 'em up, get 'em up tight and I tear them
It's funny how I get so near them
Real talk
Only reason doggy alive 'cause I spared him
It's Byrd Gang, we tote them hammers
Them boys go in, they flows bananas
We get paid, make hits regardless
Y'all ride that wave, we simply marvelous
Guns blaze, bullets rip your tummy
Take trips, G5, fuck bitches, get money
Y'all hate from the side, we notice
We stay on the grind
My nigga we focused
[Noe:]
I hate to old bitch ya
I hate to put you in a newspaper clipping
With you smiling in the old picture
Gutter gutter when shit go snap
Them eight block radius is bricks of that smack
I stay with my nina tucked and starting shit
Hustle like I'm Hustle Man from Martin skits
Turn your Bible to chapter four-four, please
Where the scripture is written by young pimps and G's
Stash this for keys
Cops, man, I'm mashing the gas and
Break fast like hot grits and cheese
Diabolical wit, that hard white and piff
A Klondike, imagine what fiends do for sniff
I bring Cambodia to you
My heater is that extreme when I leak sixteen
Head on the torn, shaking is how we found
Slump 'em like the goddamn Knicks and Larry Brown
It's Byrd Gang, man
[Max B:]
It's Byrd Gang, we tote them hammers
Them boys go in, they flows bananas
We get paid, make hits regardless
Y'all ride that wave, we simply marvelous
Guns blaze, bullets rip your tummy
Take trips, G5, fuck bitches, get money
Y'all hate from the side, we notice
We stay on the grind
My nigga we focused
It's Byrd Gang, we tote them hammers
Them boys go in
They flows bananas
We get paid
Make hits regardless
Y'all ride that wave
We simply marvelous
Guns blaze, bullets rip your tummy
Take trips G5
Fuck bitches get money
Y'all hate from the side, we notice
We stay on the grind
My nigga we focused
Focused, we the streetest niggas out
Byrd Gang, baby
I get deeper than the south
We be cheating in the south
These niggas suck a dick, rap niggas
I'm only getting deeper in they mouth
I never was D's, never brolic
Bury me a G, he's an alcoholic
You bitch niggas get me twisted
Like I won't pop y'all top with the biscuit
Thought he was glistening
And the location unlisted
Cheese, beef patty, honey bun in the biscuit
You don't want it with me man
I fuck a career up
The bitches, I fuck 'em and share them
Dress 'em up, wet 'em up, nice and prepare them
Sex 'em up, get 'em up tight and I tear them
It's funny how I get so near them
Real talk
Only reason doggy alive 'cause I spared him
It's Byrd Gang, we tote them hammers
Them boys go in, they flows bananas
We get paid, make hits regardless
Y'all ride that wave, we simply marvelous
Guns blaze, bullets rip your tummy
Take trips, G5, fuck bitches, get money
Y'all hate from the side, we notice
We stay on the grind
My nigga we focused
[Noe:]
I hate to old bitch ya
I hate to put you in a newspaper clipping
With you smiling in the old picture
Gutter gutter when shit go snap
Them eight block radius is bricks of that smack
I stay with my nina tucked and starting shit
Hustle like I'm Hustle Man from Martin skits
Turn your Bible to chapter four-four, please
Where the scripture is written by young pimps and G's
Stash this for keys
Cops, man, I'm mashing the gas and
Break fast like hot grits and cheese
Diabolical wit, that hard white and piff
A Klondike, imagine what fiends do for sniff
I bring Cambodia to you
My heater is that extreme when I leak sixteen
Head on the torn, shaking is how we found
Slump 'em like the goddamn Knicks and Larry Brown
It's Byrd Gang, man
[Max B:]
It's Byrd Gang, we tote them hammers
Them boys go in, they flows bananas
We get paid, make hits regardless
Y'all ride that wave, we simply marvelous
Guns blaze, bullets rip your tummy
Take trips, G5, fuck bitches, get money
Y'all hate from the side, we notice
We stay on the grind
My nigga we focused
