Back Door Problems

I couldn't tell you what time it was this morning I woke up hungover, phone dead, glasses on
the floor, reaching for the water Fucked around and knocked it over, think I'm
still rolling Light the square, put the phone on the charger I still got a quota
Damn it's almost 10:30, I done fucked around and woke up late, but it's still early,
Damn, seven missed calls and a text from my homie saying hit me it's urgent, hey Siri call Birdie

Calling Bishop Birdie
Yo Bishop Bird what's the word!
Got word on some of them boys that used to come and record
You know that fake flexing nigga always coming with whores
Yeah, I know him, his brother, one of the lords
We gotta summon the boy, what he on
Not him the fake jury nigga, Moissonite monster,
The one nigga had a real chain, I did a song with his partner, dude ass Said his OG went to church with your mama, And you already know pussy the root of the problem
So what, he want some smoke?
I don't get it,
You hit his lady nigga, now he babysit ya,
How you know that nigga?
I hit his lady sister with his babysitter.
He act crazy coming straight out the jack n the box he laying in it That's X-Marks the spot on the button for niggas playing with us
My girl security for this nice slot DT, Heard he staying in it
Play pussy, get fucked, we can catch him while he laying in it
This dirty pistol for a dirty nigga!
I know that you can handle business, I'm still in the mud!
I still wanna put my hands in it!
You don't need that on your heart, I can stand killing
Just change your spot up with them bands in it
Stack up for your grandchildren,
it's a dirty gang Kick out that bitch and get your head in it
I see what you saying, I get it
And I'ma take that nigga out his damn feelings
The proof is in the pudding now, don't need forensics
It's like God done sat me down,
I'm on detention
All the love's running out, I need extension
While loading my 40 and 1K, this ain't a pension
And in my pocket is a big popper
I got a biggie noodle knocker for a little oppa
A nigga try to come for mine, he gon' lose his mind
My brother told me I could chill, I know that he got em

But it's like, damn, Niggas wanna stick me for my demonstration
Damn!
Niggas wanna stick me for my demonstration!
Damn!
Niggas wanna stick me for my demonstration crazy I already promised mama wouldn't let em take me!



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Writer(s): Brandon Massey
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