Bird Call

To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers
Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, flip that herb, raw
Clap, that's the byrd call
If the cops are comin', get to hop and runnin'
Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin', young'un
Put away that herb, raw, let us know the word (Ok) or (What?)
Clap (I'm here) that's the byrd call

I still be where the weed flip, in the P's with the trees lit
So much water in the order, it's just leavin' them seasick
With a ski in my V6, tryna skeet on a b lips
Down low, like I'm tryna keep her a secret
Act wrong, chrome, passing me dome
Next minute, shit, I'm finished, she'll be flaggin' it home
But I always keep a straggler that's known to bone
And run through a lap - faster than Marion Jones
Man listen, I still got them grams flippin', tan pitchin
Corner to the damn kitchen
Gained a couple fans, had to make a transition
But I'm still in the hood like a transmission
No cat can match me, I'm passin' fastly - who's half as nasty?
I got it locked from here, all the way to Cak-a-lacky
But keep a Mac for Scrappy, thinkin' its just laffy taffy
Shit, this beat'll be the on' thing clappin' at me

To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers
Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, flip that herb, raw
Clap, that's the byrd call
If the cops are coming, get to hop and running
Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stopping, young'un
Put away that herb, raw, let us know the word (Yeah) or (What?)
Clap (I'm ready) that's the byrd call

Birdman J.R. and J.R., pigeons know who they are
Niggas gotta pay off, snitches know to say y'all
If chickens on the radar, I'm at it
Cuz get it on my day off, ain't nothin' like gettin' weight off
Yeah, scrape off the plates, shake off the flakes
Bag that and make all the cake, yet
I gotta lay off the way y'all, hate me like I'm Adolf
But y'all can't see me: Ray Charles
I steal whores, I'll probably take yours
Because you peel off and I take off
Give me no space; whatever I want, I takes
Whatever I need, I bleed and succeed
Bitch nigga, don't breathe on the weed
I'm fuckin' with them birds without feedin' them seeds
That's creed, you don't know about it
Full clip how I go about it, full body
Hard body, I'm like 'God got him', yeah

To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers
Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, flip that herb, raw
Clap, that's the byrd call
If the cops are coming, get to hop and running
Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stopping, young'un
Put away that herb, raw, let us know the word or (What?)
Clap, that's the byrd call

This ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats
Flippin' all the hard in back, make 'em catch a heart attack
When you see the narcs attack, let me know
Start to clap, clap - clap (I'm outta here)
A star with a deal, Chopard be on chill
The car is DeVille, it's real ill, heart in the grill
It's foreign, my nills
Cruise the city with the semi or the celly
On skinnies like I'm starving my wheels, uh

To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers
Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers
Whats the word y'all, flip that herb, raw
Clap, that's the byrd call
If the cops are coming, get to hop and running
Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stopping, young'un
Put away that herb, raw, let us know the word or (What?)
Clap, that's the byrd call