Birdgang
Let me say something straight right quick though
Niggas put they fucking stains on they mouth fam, real talk
I dont know shit 'bout that dude
I'm so high, I'm birdgang, feel me
I power dan-cing
Watch how my mood switch
Ima put you through hell for a month
Straight for making me beg for you bitch
I'll act all clueless, like who robbed you man
Look at the smile on my face when you ask
How I just bought these shoes man
Say thank you then I'm off in the wind
Like a corner store bag
Y-3 belt for show
Got the old ladies mad
I forgot I had a show
Standing on this corner man
I'm a sadist, Ima spend this whole check on Xans
Getting older, moms surprised to see me sober
Still running niggas over
Jerome Bettis on my shoulders
Started off with a few rocks, that's wasn't shit
Turn this whole thing to boulders
Screaming fuck these hoes
Down dusty roads
Collecting gold dust
I know my purpose
I know how bitches do
She snort the right cut
Her boyfriend scissor loose
I just can't be the same
I miss my train of thought
I watched they whole rehearsal
They don't know how they lost
I just can't be the same
I miss my train of thought
I watched they whole rehearsal
They don't know how they lost
Niggas put they fucking stains on they mouth fam, real talk
I dont know shit 'bout that dude
I'm so high, I'm birdgang, feel me
I power dan-cing
Watch how my mood switch
Ima put you through hell for a month
Straight for making me beg for you bitch
I'll act all clueless, like who robbed you man
Look at the smile on my face when you ask
How I just bought these shoes man
Say thank you then I'm off in the wind
Like a corner store bag
Y-3 belt for show
Got the old ladies mad
I forgot I had a show
Standing on this corner man
I'm a sadist, Ima spend this whole check on Xans
Getting older, moms surprised to see me sober
Still running niggas over
Jerome Bettis on my shoulders
Started off with a few rocks, that's wasn't shit
Turn this whole thing to boulders
Screaming fuck these hoes
Down dusty roads
Collecting gold dust
I know my purpose
I know how bitches do
She snort the right cut
Her boyfriend scissor loose
I just can't be the same
I miss my train of thought
I watched they whole rehearsal
They don't know how they lost
I just can't be the same
I miss my train of thought
I watched they whole rehearsal
They don't know how they lost
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