Bird Box, Pt. 2

Fuck a bird box, got a box of birds Pull up on the third block Pumpin' roxies undeferred I got thirty-somethin' shots in this Glock Do not disturb Heard he wanna run with Blocks He must got a lot of nerve Slidin' with this mop, icy as a berg Made a left off of Vermont, called up pop I gotta serve deuce of Tris all in my pop Lately I been on the verge Grew up beefin' with my opps Like the Rockets and the Spurs 556s get dispersed From the projects to the 'burbs Have my killers from New Jers' run your pockets, niggas cursed While I'm breakin' down a chirp Somewhere lockin' up a bird I put in a lot of work Finally got what I deserve Foreigns parked all on the curb Two jail calls I gotta merge Auntie workin' on my nerves She just called with ninety Percs Thirty blues and sixty Norcs, hundred oranges, six of purp Unk, he keep comin' up short He still owe me from the first I wish was here to tell 'em out his mouth In his own words All the Tech that we were sellin' All the ounces we done served All the pots that we done Stirred, run the route, then bust a swerve Wintertime chinchilla furs Now I'm coppin' his and her's Plugged in like a power surge Fifty guap, we finna purge Up this Glock and shit a turd When I saw my first rock, I was on the block Was scurred all these different color pills Shit look like a box of Nerds When they killed my brother Had me at a loss for words I got killers comin' home All that time that they done served Homeboy cappin' like he him, shit But that's not what I heard Every time I sleep, that pistol by my side That bitch bring me peace of mind Know how to read between the lines And I don't know why you even try Mama tried to tell me that ain't my dawg I don't know how I ain't see the signs Don't believe what they speakin' In they rhymes Auntie been geekin' 'bout a dime Bitch, my block like Columbine Every day you hear niggas dyin' They took your man? You better slide And get on get back for your guys My mama say, "It's a cold world" I'm in the trap with a li'l girl I been cookin' dope since three this mornin' I ain't have this shit, I'd prob'ly earl They say, "Broke can't lead the broke" Y'all know blind can't lead the blind That's the first thing that I think E'rytime BK come in my mind I don't wanna talk, it get declined On the Percs to ease my nerves In the kitchen, I seen it first Just call my line when you need the work Papi ain't never had no job I Never seen the need to work I serve Anita every first Fat lick He look like Gerald Levert Robbery gone bad, nigga did all kinda shit You gotta hurry up nigga Good time you're takin' Twelve blitz the trap They tryna find the chickens Keep your fuckin' mouth shut And mind your business You see Papi at the stove He handlin' his business I up the Glick and turn a nigga to a victim They like, "Aw shit Now he buggin' and he trippin'" Percocet pills got a young nigga itchin' I'll walk in this bitch like Bobby Murcer I drive the Audi myself I don't need a chauffeur My bitch trippin' 'bout a bitch I don't even know her We know that's not your foreign nigga That's a loaner all by myself Papi a loner Unk knockin' 4: 45 in the mornin' i'm in the trap feelin' Like this bitch haunted This a big-ass Backwood, not a fronto I'll walk in this bitch with bussdown Buffs Bust a nigga in his shit for actin' tough Horsepower'll leave a nigga in the dust Four-five leave a nigga in the trunk These niggas move like they voted for Trump I walk in this bitch like the top one Hit my nigga Boldy like, "We got one" Not the two or three, bitch, we the ones Real Rx