We Be Gettin' Chips - Funk Flex

We be on our shit

ByrdGang we make it hot for the summer

We put the coke on any block that we wanna

We be on our shit

We gettin' fly gettin' high offa nothin

Baby you ain’t tryina do nothin' so why is you bluffin

We be on our shit

Know how it feels when you up in the pen

If I could start over I’d do it again

We be on our shit

Gang green gettin' money, ByrdGang gettin money

Dipset gettin money

I be fly as a mothafucka

Fitted to the back

Shades on feelin myself

High as a mothafucka

Ridin with my brotha

He packin the nine n we cruisin up 8th ave we ain’t ridin through Rucker

Nigga fuck what you talkin bout, Biggavel is for real

N you was good in the hood before Biggavel had a deal

Used to give you couple of dollas

10 maybe 20 cash pimpin poppin my colla 18 with a money stash

Niggas is open, Jimmy they ridin my way

Pop the burner and let these bullets go round in your brain

On the streets with steady poppin

I can kick with the quickness

Seeker sprayin the bitch shit I can make this shit look prolific

You ain’t fuckin' with kid, I tell you many times

If you need some material, I sell you many rhymes

Struttin up dirty ghetto with plenty shine

Niggas can have the block the city is mine

From Harlem to the G’s it’s like one-stop shopping

You could be shootin' the breeze when them guns start popping

Whole fight break out

I been waitin' all day for the night to break out

Let’s stop the dice game

Let blue and whites break out

And lay it back down to watch the dice shake out

DT parked you know the lights they stakin out

It’s like cops and robbers

You better watch the spotters

They hoppin out Impalas and they’ll knock you for a colla

No exceptions in the gutter

Beef you gettin gun havin' sex you get your rubber

We ballin hard nothin but lead at the buzzer

I know life’s a bitch but it’s better if you love her

Live fast die young is the mottos these days

So I’m whippin fast gettin drunk full throttle on the freeway

Some say it’s scary the way I’m speedin through life

As I’m singing Hail Mary as I breeze through the night

Max B:

Nigga we heavy in the city

See me bustin off the Ruger my man’s he got the glitz

Gotta keep your eye on the team, I be pluggin me foes

Nigga I’m M.O.B.

I ain’t lovin these hoes

Know them niggas ridin a five I fucks with them Diablos

With the coco for cheaper, cause I fucks with Pablo

Them niggas got it made

Hit the back door nigga the feds is tryina raid

Jim Jones:

Blasted off the liquor

Comin through your town fed snappin all them pictures

They tryina' catch up with these niggas

I’m out on bail but excursion all the paper

Harlem how we do it

We got convertibles in flavors

Homies out in Brooklyn they told me murders on the way up

Ridin that five goin out with a bang

Livin that night life

Nigga showin' up with my gang

Bang bang now let your nuts hang