Credibility
Jim Jones feat. Max B.
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Yeah we back in this bitch
It's Byrd Gang motherfucker
What we supposed to stop cause y'all niggas is doin' bad?
Well if you knew better, you'd do better fuck boy
You know how we givin' it up, broad day if we have to
Ain't nothin' changed, we comin' to get you faggots, you dig?
We still ridin' on you, it's still goonies
M-O-B for life motherfucker, Dipset, ride high motherfucker
Skip the middle man, knock a couple points off
Bring a hundred grand, just to get my point across
You see we lookin' for that fishin' scale
We talkin' bricks and you can keep your little digi scale
I copped five but he fronted five
Drop rides for the summer time
I'm livin' mine like there's no tomorrow
Ten G's a night, and just to blow on bottles
So you can see where my life's headed
And if you wanna see where the night's headed
Follow all the cars, it's lookin' like an after party
At the strip joint, but it's lookin' like a bachelor party
Now put the ring on you bitches, let it bang on you snitches
Tote the thing when I'm twisted and start the car (get away)
Start the whip with the switches, you just a likkle vicious
We throw a couple stacks up and buy the bar (ten a day)
We ain't playin' this summer, got dimes of plenty colors
And we don't give a fuck about who you are (nigga you gay)
Tell me nigga what's the odds when you fuck with credibility
With the squad, Byrd Gang
Now we pushin' in the black Gallardi
Guns in the whip like we doin' bank robberies
I'm disrespectin' the law
I'm burnin' smoke, pedal pressed to the floor
And we the crooks that move bricks for our wages
And read the book, just don't flip through the pages
You see my wrist is outrageous
And I'm hoppin' out the whip you bitch nigga it's the latest
'07 Shit, I took trips out to Vegas
And broke even with the poker dealer
I burned rubber when I was leavin' out the Rolls with Dilla
I'm flossin' hard so you know the hoes gotta feel us
Now put the ring on you bitches, let it bang on you snitches
Tote the thing when I'm twisted and start the car (get away)
Start the whip with the switches, you just a likkle vicious
We throw a couple stacks up and buy the bar (ten a day)
We ain't playin' this summer, got dimes of plenty colors
And we don't give a fuck about who you are (nigga you gay)
Tell me nigga what's the odds when you fuck with credibility
With the squad, Byrd Gang
This is the fast life, it ain't no slowin' down
Meet me at the dealer, the roof goin' down
The paper plates like a cookout
Hit the highway and we was racin' on a push out
So while I'm zoomin' in my sports car
Skyfall ceilin', full moon and the North Star
It's no ceilin' here, smell the tires from the burnin' rubber
Zig zaggin', same 'Raris but in different colors
And Lord know how the liquor does us
They say life is written, and only he can judge us
That's why the kid stunt drastically
All blue stones in the princess cut masterpiece
Now put the ring on you bitches, let it bang on you snitches
Tote the thing when I'm twisted and start the car (get away)
Start the whip with the switches, you just a likkle vicious
We throw a couple stacks up and buy the bar (ten a day)
We ain't playin' this summer, got dimes of plenty colors
And we don't give a fuck about who you are (nigga you gay)
Tell me nigga what's the odds when you fuck with credibility
With the squad, Byrd Gang