Birdz at Night
Drop the first bitch and I run on that hoe
Ran the first one and I dropped by the door
Trap with my homies, we stay by that code
No giving up, ya, this shit is to old
Running in functions, there moves are so bold
Pulling to shows but the two seater slow
Top of the building, ya, mood with the snow
Smokin this dope, almost crashed on the road
Driving off mountains, ya, we do not know
Smokin and smoking, I'm feeling so cold
Floating, I'm coping with all of these fours
I'm float-ing
Cannot be leaving without all of my hoes
G wagon pull up, we ready to go
Head to the trap, ya, think I need more
I'm float-ing
Too many many hits, my mind on froze
She just keep talking and I don't even know
Just need someone to bring me down
I'm floating
Just left the building, you feeling so low
Was it just me, your mind, or the blow
You always been here but you ask for more
Your floating
Ya, ya, ya, your floating
Ya, ya, ya, your floating
Your floating
Your floating
Drop the first bitch and I run on that hoe (Your floating)
Ran the first one and I dropped by the door (Your floating)
Trap with my homies, we stay by that code
No giving up, ya, this shit is to old
Running in functions there moves are so bold
Pulling to shows but the two seater slow
Top of the building, ya, mood with the snow
Smoking this dope, almost crashed on the road, ya
Ran the first one and I dropped by the door
Trap with my homies, we stay by that code
No giving up, ya, this shit is to old
Running in functions, there moves are so bold
Pulling to shows but the two seater slow
Top of the building, ya, mood with the snow
Smokin this dope, almost crashed on the road
Driving off mountains, ya, we do not know
Smokin and smoking, I'm feeling so cold
Floating, I'm coping with all of these fours
I'm float-ing
Cannot be leaving without all of my hoes
G wagon pull up, we ready to go
Head to the trap, ya, think I need more
I'm float-ing
Too many many hits, my mind on froze
She just keep talking and I don't even know
Just need someone to bring me down
I'm floating
Just left the building, you feeling so low
Was it just me, your mind, or the blow
You always been here but you ask for more
Your floating
Ya, ya, ya, your floating
Ya, ya, ya, your floating
Your floating
Your floating
Drop the first bitch and I run on that hoe (Your floating)
Ran the first one and I dropped by the door (Your floating)
Trap with my homies, we stay by that code
No giving up, ya, this shit is to old
Running in functions there moves are so bold
Pulling to shows but the two seater slow
Top of the building, ya, mood with the snow
Smoking this dope, almost crashed on the road, ya
Credits
Writer(s): Slone Potts
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