Let The Birds Out

Yeah, yeah
Ha, brr
Brr, brr

Let the top down, let the birds out, yeah
Let the top down, let the birds out (Brr, brr)
Like a gallon of water a day just to wash the syrup out (Yeah)
He used to serve me now his ass got served out
Bentley Bentayga, we letting the curtains down
My nigga just bought him a Patek, he busted it down
I looked my brother in his eyes, I tell him if he play me, we taking him down (Brr)
Fuck what you heard, we letting the birds out (Yeah)
Fucked 'round, swerved the AMG off the road
You play, you lay, he know how this shit goes
Made like half a mill' already, I need some more
I ain't putting my trust in no ho, put the trust in the pole
I waste fentanyl on my jacket, it's upping the price
Princess cut on my neck, my teeth, my wrist, my yeah, it need no light
Try to take something off me, I swear to God, we taking his life
Glock two-four on me, yeah, R.I.P. Woadie (Yeah)
My feature price, it cost a Rollie
To all of my niggas, as soon as they catch 'em a hat, to them it's like trophies



Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Unknown, Aaron Gilfenbain, Darren Jack, Deante Johnson, Matthew Worthem
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