Jim Jones, Max B - Credibility Lyrics

Yeah we back in this bitch
It's Byrdgang motherfucker (Ha)
What? We supposed to stop cause
Y'all niggas is doing bad? (Ha)
Well if you knew better you'd
Do better fuck boy (Ha)
You know how we giving it up
Broad day if we have to
Ain't nothing changed
We coming to get you faggots you dig?
We still riding on you it's still goonies
MOB for life motherfucker
Dipset, ride high motherfucker (Jones)

Skip the middleman, knock a couple points off
(Bring the price down)
I bring a hundred grand
Just to get my point across
(I need five birds) you see we looking for
We talking bricks and you can
Keep your lil' digi-scale
(You cappin' 'bout a key)
I cop five but he fronted five (Wow)
Drop lines for the summer time
(You feel the heat up in July)
I'm living mine like it's no tomorrow (Uh oh)
10 G's a night, and just to blow on bottles
(Ballin')
So you can see where my life's headed
(Down the wrong path)
And if you wanna see where the night's headed
Follow all the cars
It's looking like a after party
At the strip joint
But it's looking like a bachelor party

It's Byrdgang on you bitches
Let it bang on you snitches
Tote the thing when you twist
It and start the car (And get away)
Start to the switches, you just a Lil Vicious
We throw a couple stacks up and buy the bar
(Ten a day) play in the summer
Got diamonds 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 up credibility with the squad
(Byrdgang)

Now we pushing in the black Gallardi'
(Red line) guns in the whip
Like we doing bank robberies
(We fully loaded up)
I'm disrespecting the law (Fuck 'em)
I'm burning smoke, pedal pressed to the floor
(Speeding) and we the crooks that move
Bricks for our wages (That fast money)
And read the book
Just don't flip through the pages
(Do the knowledge nigga)
You see my wrist is outrageous (Blingin')
And I'm hopping out a whip
You bitch nigga it's the latest ('07 shit)
I took trips out to Vegas (West side)
And broke even with the poker dealer
('Bout thirty grand)
I burned rubber when I was
Leaving out the 'Rossa dealer (Buck ninety)
I'm flossing hard so you know the
Hoes got to feel it

It's Byrdgang on you bitches
Let it bang on you snitches
Tote the thing when you twist
It and start the car (And get away)
Start to the switches, you just a Lil Vicious
We throw a couple stacks up and buy the bar
(Ten a day) play in the summer
Got diamonds 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 up credibility with the squad
(Byrdgang)

This is the fast life (Vroom)
Ain't no slowing down (Beep beep)
Meet me at the dealer, the roof going down
(I want that in convertible)
And paper plates like a cook out (Crush)
Hit out a highway and we was
Racing on the push out (Speeding)
So while I'm zooming in my
Sports car, sky fall ceiling
Full moon and the North Star
(There's no ceiling here)
Smelling tires from the burning rubber
(Burning rubber) zig-zaggin' same 'Rari's
Boy them different colors (Keep up nigga)
And Lord know how the liquor does us
(Twisted) they say life is written
And only he can judge us (I say a prayer)
That's why the kids stunt drastically
All blue stones in the
Princess cut masterpiece

It's Byrdgang on you bitches
Let it bang on you snitches
Tote the thing when you twist
It and start the car (And get away)
Start to the switches, you just a Lil Vicious
We throw a couple stacks up and buy the bar
(Ten a day) play in the summer
Got diamonds 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 up credibility with the squad
(Byrdgang)