8 Birds

No, it wasn't me though, no!
Come here, which one's yo fuckin' mama?
Hey, bitch, this yo' kid right here?
I'mma count to three, and I'll blow his lil' head off, okay

One
That's enough, let's go
Two, where's the money?!
Let's go! Let's go!
No, no, no, no!
Ohh!
I said let's go

Ayo, I grew up where it's poverty struck, gotta be nuts
Tryna slide on us, the choppers'll bust
Bodies get struck (brrt)
Shotty tucked, bakin' soda just so my product can fluff (whip up)
Breaking bricks down like karate was like a hobby to us (haa)
Woah I see you pussy niggas ain't learned (y'all ain't learned yet?)
So I'mma show you how a bullet from the K burn (brr brr brr brr)
Homie fucked up his pack already, nah, say word (word)
He broke early in the season, Gordon Hayward (hahahaha!)

Erry bar raw, it's like eight birds (uh-uh)
And I didn't write a word, hehehe (woo)
This shit is showtime, like when Magic played Bird (cap)
You can't relate if you ain't never stood on a curb (you ain't from the hood, nigga!)
Scrape the sides after I stretch it and get all the extras (uh-uh)
Mac with the compressor sittin' on the dresser (brr)
I'm applyin' all the pressure, I am the aggressor (the Machine!)
Send my dog to stretch ya, lay you on a stretcher (get them niggas)

I don't fuck wit' rappers, you can't get a verse from me
Rocking Off White shit that Virgil sent me personally (what up, my nigga?)
I could sent a shooter through and have you murked for me
Niggas don't want problems, they wanna work for me (you want a job!)
Yay sit in the pan, BAPE shit in Japan (uh-uh)
If I know the nigga snake
I don't shake the nigga hand (fuck that nigga)
I be going ape shit when this K sit in my hand

You'll need an operation when I spray shit, nigga, scram (brrrr)
I swear I'm in a hell of a zone
Flood the paddock with yellow stones, you can tell that I'm on
I ain't drop a album yet but I'm a legend, it's shown
Could've been worse, I could be callin' from the jail on the phone (hahahaha!)
Even when I'm by myself I got the strap so I ain't never alone
Don't make me hit you in yo' head with this chrome (boom boom boom!)
Ain't a rapper on my level, it's known
I mash the Ferrari pedal, I'm gone (vroom!), Machine, bitch, ahh!

You know whassup, nigga
I ain't playin' wit' you fuck niggas
Haha, yeah, Machine, bitch
This shit is legendary
You see my face on all them murals, nigga
All them different countries, nigga
All them different cities that I ain't from, nigga
You see the mothafuckin' shirts

You see the mothafuckin' CDs
And the vinyls sellin' out in minutes, nigga
Niggas be waitin' on them shirts like a Supreme dropped, nigga
Haha, yeah, I told you niggas, it's gettin' spooky
Smash and scrape, we takin' over all this shit, nigga
Hehe, yeah