Lyrics:
See its brackets nigga
Them hoes ain't fucking you 'cause you ain't in that bracket nigga
Learn life, its levels to this shit young boy
Ayo you
that real shit
My city need a voice and nigga J Bird the illest (Bitch)
And you ain’t gotta lie lil nigga I know you feel it
Tyreek Hill I return
Ya This a birds eye view
How can I explain this shit
You got a low IQ
And how's his 3rd eye open
When he can't see it through
Why do I need you
I can
the session but still I'm stressing
I'm sweating the kind of heat and the questions I'm going to be getting about my shit
Ten years later when I'm popping
Will
Cheering and shit, now God is Steering the whip
Head to the crib when I get done With the shift
Blurry thoughts wish I could Think clearer than this
Then God
We interrupt this broadcast to bring you
A breaking news announcement
The super bee has landing in the building, holy shit
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa,
I was born to do this shit
Do this shit
Do this shit
Yeah I was born to do this shit
Do this shit
Do this shit
Whole lotta clout
Without a doubt
I
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
bouncing on a scraping plate
*DJ Screw scratching...*
[Verse 1: Bird]
I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts
Pop the fucking trunk, the
Neon lights gonna come
bouncing on a scraping plate
*DJ Screw scratching...*
[Verse 1: Bird]
I'm gonna smoke some fucking blunts
Pop the fucking trunk, the
Neon lights gonna come
lambo doors open upward they're robotic it's Gucci
Gorilla goons with the tool down to act a fool
Birds in the living room it's like Atlanta zoo
Niggas saying this-that that and the third, fuck chit-chat I don't fuck with the birds and I ain't shit? Real talk n*gga, word?
Verse 1:
Who
bank, oh shit
Can't stop this, got hit after hit
Buss-buss down watch, take a look at my wrist
Bird get lif' up
Tummy get dig up ridin' this
Bouncin' like
I'm a political refugee
That's how the fuck I felt
Birds for the summer
Hummers for the runners
Candy on the paint
9 for the thunder
Throw
a bird
Shoes don't turn, shit's tilts the curb
My shirt was silky when the
Court read the guilty word
Such a filthy word, Back to trying milky word
I'm
Birds flying high you know how I feel
You just my type I'll give you something real
I been faded I cant lie bout that where the fuck you from
This shit
collar
Pussy must be good, he's victim to your power
Shit, nigga like me? I would never allow it
Spit that shit to me, I would ask you, "Have you
See its brackets nigga
Them hoes ain't fucking you 'cause you ain't in that bracket nigga
Learn life, its levels to this shit young boy
Ayo you feel
See its brackets nigga
Them hoes ain't fucking you cause you ain't in that bracket nigga
Learn life, its levels to this shit young boy
Ay O you feel
See its brackets nigga
Them hoes ain't fucking you 'cause you ain't in that bracket nigga
Learn life, its levels to this shit young boy
Ayo you
See its brackets nigga
Them hoes ain't fucking you 'cause you ain't in that bracket nigga
Learn life, its levels to this shit young boy
Ayo you
Woo, ayy, ayy, haha
Ouu, ouu, ouu
You can't tell me shit I got designer on (brr)
Ooh, Big Head on the beat
Trapper of the century (ayy, ayy)
motherfuckin' oil (drank, lean)
I pick that pussy, then I score (huh, ayy)
Look at the birds, they comin' (brr)
Look at the birds, they comin' (brr)
We
committing my sin, amen
Lord forgive me for the shit I did, was just a little kid
But you know I never gave a fuck about shit, 'bout shit
Since I came up
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