Birds (feat. JUGG Callierre)

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M.D.B

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I got more options and more targets to aim at
I'm comin' in and heated faster than a fuckin' plane crash
Dip my wrist in water, motherfucker, this a big splash
Place them fuckin' bullets where your motherfuckin' brain at
Bad bitch, I'ma place my hands where her waist at
Nigga, I been eatin', you been under like the placemat
Demons ridin' with me in this motherfuckin' Hellcat
Might just send them shots, bitch, I'm the motherfuckin' mailman
Send shots and them big shots, and put these shots right into your mailbox
And make your bitch bedrock, let Huey do the duty when I let out these boondocks
I'm handy with this hammer, so I brought in the toolbox
You hot, nigga, please, you not
I tied him up and beat him, so I guess you can say that I made two knots
I leave his body out till his flesh rot
And have his corpse sittin' like it's waitin' at the motherfuckin' bus stop, cuz
birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high
Yeah, I'm in the trap on the earliest mornin'
Old bitch mad at my main bitch boring
Don't sleep on a nigga, I heard you was snorin'
Stick on the left while the feds tryin' to sworn me
Doctors gon' ask bout the four that I'm pourin'
Opps still mad cause I keep on scornin
Bad bitch cheerin', gas too loud, should I ask for your urine?
Pull out the Glock and I knock out your earring
Clown with a mask up, but who is you scarin'?
Bitch all this drip, I can't keep 'em from staring
All of that shit that you got, I'm like, what is you wearing?
Pockets too fat, like a fat bitch in care
When I get up, swear to God, I'm not sharin'
We are two different men, ain't no need for comparin
Who choose it up? Look at this shit that I got in my cup
We are not friends, I cannot pour you up
She eat the dick, then we gotta break up
Not talkin' bread, then I gotta hang up
I'm movin' too fast, it's hard to keep up
Not talkin' legs, then we cannot link up
Get on your knees, I don't wanna lay up
Bust on her face, that's her favorite makeup
Glock 23, give that boy a shape up
birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high, birds flying high

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