Free bail posters, tail lights on the roadster   Live life vulgar, the FBI posters   The fast cars pack guns no holsters   We act dumb don't approach us      We hit the spot and stand on club sofas, so get the club owners   'Cause we the boss type Knicks game court side   Big chain sporty ride, G4 the lord of skies   And courts in session so you all could rise      Then pay homage to the board that lies so many niggaz   On my corner died, of marijuana how I mourn you guys   And never mind that my cash better find that   We do the mask work, kick doors cash search      Now where the paper at, man where the yayo at?   You make me wait the gat where your baby layin' at   'Cause it's a cold world, after world   Emblem on the car it's no horn on the Capricorn      Everybody talkin' 'bout this byrd gang money   And this shit is gettin' funny to me   Think you a frog   And I'ma hit you with one in your knee      We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads   Got the bitches sayin', ?Oh my darling?   We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all   Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem      A desperado, rich like I struck the lotto   Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato   I paint the night in them custom models   Racin' in the street duckin' potholes   Who gives a fuck is the motto      The new sneakers, Blackberry's new beepers   And no tops on the 2 seaters, it's summertime   Give me Coupe fever, it's four inches for my shoe divas   You gon' get it 'cause my crew G'd up      We take chances, flip label advances   3 day stays at Atlantis, make way for the gangsters   A 1000 deaths to the cowards, you let him die no flowers   I used to drive 4 hours      Switch with my man had a supply worth of powder   You chumps want the power   But when it rain man you can't duck the showers   It's Byrd gang and you don't wanna fuck with ours      Everybody talkin' 'bout this byrd gang money   And this shit is gettin' funny to me   Think you a frog   And I'ma hit you with one in your knee      We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads   Got the bitches sayin', ?Oh my darling?   We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all   Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem      I got no manners, ignorant with choppy grammar   Where we livin' at the cops can't stand us   And belligerent and packin' hammers   And my constituents a act bananas      'Cause they get hungry from gorilla talk   I'm talkin' beef not a bit of pork   If you a soldier go get your boss   We need to sit and talk      Before it go further   Mo money mo murder   And we will pop at you   And whoever you got with you      My Muslim niggaz too hard, cop jewels new cars   Take guns to Jumar, tryna avoid a new charge   Now I salaam to that and drop a bomb to that   It's war in these streets no sleep we insomniacs      You out your weight class, we'll eat you like Drake fast   The credits all good motherfucker but I'm straight cash   Yeah, and I'm oh so Harlem   15th bang, bang, you don't want no problems      Everybody talkin' 'bout this byrd gang money   And this shit is gettin' funny to me   Think you a frog   And I'ma hit you with one in your knee      We switch up the cars, we switch up the broads   Got the bitches sayin', ?Oh my darling?   We fucks with the stars, it's us against y'all   Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem