Testo Ooh La La - Max B

Ooh La La

Yeah, you already know, man
It's that ByrdGang type wave, man
It's ya boy Biggavel
Two-million-dollar bail, I mean

I started with the smoker's slack, then flipped the .22
What's funny, dude? You see what a little bit of money do?
Thirty-five-cent juice that we called the Sunny Dew
Everybody had cracks, everybody had stacks
Bitches steady having babies, living on the fast track
Wife of a hustler, life of a hustler
The ice was a cluster, most had the rope chains
Smoke chains, niggas used to dabble in the dope game
Po-po came, jet to the stash crib
Did the bar, couldn't get back on my last bid
This gon' be the first and my last kid
Mix the sour diesel with my grandfather's ashes and blast that

My baby sister, she's a crack baby
I'm on my knees, hoping He could release the family, please
I'm nothing like the rest of ‘em
'84 bouncing off the roof just like a wrestler
Biggavel original, I'm nothing like the replica
I fucks with the baddest bitch, young Jesus of Nazareth
Wanna know how mad I get?
When a pussy nigga try to play me like I'm average
Like I'm really having it? (Nah)
I'm a rider, flick my dick behind her
Murder the informer, usually dirty whine her

Oh la la la, that's the way the hoes flock when we doing our thing
Oh la la la, you don't go against the grain when you fuck with ByrdGang

Oh la la la la la la la la la la la, I'm gang grain
I'm down to slap my dick on these whores (ow)