We Be On Our Shit Max B (Ft. Jim Jones)

[Hook]
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
Nigga you ain't tryna 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

[Verse 1: Max B]
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 and we cruisin' up 8th ave, we ain't ridin through Rucker
Nigga fuck what you talkin bout, Biggavell is for real
And you was good in the hood before Biggavell had a deal
Used to give you couple of dollas, 10, maybe 20 cash
Pimpin poppin my collar, 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 biscuit, I can make this shit look prolific
You ain't fuckin' with the 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