Bird Call (feat. Briskk)

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Uh, what, what's the bird call, walk in that bitch like, what's the word, y'all
Walk in that bitch like, yeah walk in that bitch like, what's the word, huh
What, yeah, yeah, yeah, damn, what, uh, get it right, get it right, yeah
What, ayy, ayy, ayy Scrat, I think we got one

Yeah, I'm off the drink, I'm feelin' different I just make one sound, I bet that shit call all my niggas
Watch how you twist your fingers, niggas die for takin' pictures
And I ain't no mind reader, but I know that you don't wanna hear the
Motherfuckin' bird call, have my youngin's pull up at ya' house like, what's the word, y'all

And these niggas think they relevant, I never heard y'all
Have ya' lil' bitch pull up to the crib and take her shirt off, then I gotta skirt off
Yeah, I do my dirt, me and Mari cookin' up, man, we like Phineas and Ferb
Hold on, wait, I gotta focus, man, I might forget my verse

Cause this lil' biddy just walked past her booty bigger than her skirt
I told my broski he gotta drive slow whenever we go lurk
One time he had road pass, them niggas had to put it in reverse
Jakes pulled up on me with my bitch, I put the grip up in her purse

But you know that, just like I know that you don't wanna hear the
You don't want me to call the birds
Nah, don't call the birds, Briskk
Speakin' on the gang and we gon' come and hit you with a switch

Runnin' from the opps, bruh that's not us, that shit's ridiculous
Callin' all these birds, they gon' fly and poke you right in your shit
That's the motherfuckin' birds
We gon' spin y'all block and come back, put y'all right back on the curb

That fuckin' crip got blood on his shirt like a motherfuckin' smurf
Snappin' with this white girl even though she from the fuckin' 'burbs
Double cup, purple drink, yeah, I'm sippin' on that syrup
I be too high off the lean, I might forget my fuckin' verse

With your girl, double knees, hands together like it's church
Like Briskk said, you never wanna make us have to call them birds
Cause it's only gon' get worse
Brrrr

Hold on, I ain't finished
Thanksgiving Day with your mama cookin' in the kitchen
Two middle fingers, when she finished, it was finger lickin
Backyard party, white baddies, they back there skinny dippin

Man, these crackheads, they be trippin
Okay, I'm done
Brrrr

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