Birthday

Hatch back boy, hatchin' plans for the night, ayy
Bimmer boy, doing 195, ayy
Slap that ho, if she mad she a dyke, ayy
Clap back ho, she got my dick for the night, ayy
For the night, ayy
Lookin' for a fight, right
Howlin' through the night
Glowin' choppard like a lite brite
It's a sight
Got the crew on fuckin' site
Like my Honda gotta fight
Might just have to show my fangs, bite
Landspeed the crew
What the fuck you tryna do?
And the only thing that true
Is what we fuckin' been through
With the Nike shoe
Gonna Push the floor through
Chillin' with Versace too
It's what we motherfuckin' do
Come on, bitch, bring that ass
Jiggle when we movin' fast
Goin' to race the fuckin' pass
Now that's some fuckin' fast cash
If her ass on super flat
I throw her out the hatch back
"Don't be like that"
But she had her Nike on my dash Come on,
Bitch, bring that ass
Jiggle when we movin' fast
Movin' fast, movin' fast, mo-movin' fast
Come on, bitch, bring that ass
Jiggle when we movin' fast
Movin' fast, movin' fast, movin' fast
Fucked up, pullin' up, started up the challenger
Bitch, call my line,
Say she wanna come to Canada
Fifty thousand dollars,
I ain't got a fuckin' manager
I'm swervin' in the lex and yo bitch is in the passenger
Crashed a brinks truck,
Throwin' hundreds off the aqueduct
I do this every day,
Ain't got no time on my calendar
Virtue got a choppa,
Gekko got a .50 caliber
So when you pullin' up flip
The switch back to amateur
Yuh, uh-huh, it's like I'm Ricky Rozay
Hundred thousand dollars for a bottle full of champagne
Shuttin' down the club and it ain't even my birthday
She really wanna fuck,
I ain't even know her first name
Come on, bitch, bring that shit,
Move it quick, do that shit
Cut it up, chop it down,
Move around, throw a fit
Break a bitch, hit a lick,
Throw a brick, then I split
Bimmer dip, extended clip, diamond slugs to match the fit
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Writer(s): Andrew Heinrich, Landspeed
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