Lyrics:
at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand (look at me)
Out them 28-inch Birdmans (check out me)
(Check me out) y'all dudes money too young
Bright
at me)
I got your girl doin' a handstand (look at me)
Out them 28-inch Birdmans (check out me)
(Check me out) y'all dudes money too young
Bright
Do mi dis call "The Birdman Hunting"
Play by di hit-bound sound fi gather round
Sound to be the talk of the town
Jah man-Jah man-Jah man
Mi come
Looks like a looks like a job job job for job for
[Baby in the backround of chorus]
Oh yeah!
Oh yeah!
Birdman motherfucker, holla at your boy nigga
drive by the hood and bird shit on a bitch
Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman's bitch
Get anything you need and you roll with the clique
Go
an a-hole, AK holes
Think face blows
And understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in safe mode
I will hold court until the case
by the hood and bird shit on a bitch
Drive anything you want cause you the Birdman's bitch
Get anything you need and you roll with the clique
Go
waited by the door
Oh Jamil, he offered to cook for me
Oh Jamil, he said I was an angel
Oh, cook for me
Oh, light up for me (for a-for a-for a-for
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
Lots of fun
Thought we were tied like birdman and weezy
I'm talkin' tight Mario and Luigi
You tell me tell you how I feel, it's not easy
If I tell
Oh me, oh my my (haan)
Gone need more quinine (Montana)
Oh me, oh my my (Haan, off the rip)
Gone need more quinine (aye aye aye)
I'ma ride with
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
running like a skit, boy
I'll push you on my skit, boy
On my wrist is a brick, boy
Coke empire, brick by brick, boy
Coke Boys off the rip, boy
Oh me, oh my
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here,
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here,
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, nigga
100,000 Rip riders from the side
Blue Chuck's, blue rags, gray clouds, blue skies
On the move, can't lose, Hill Street blues
Niggaz gotta pay they dues
Hopped out my mothafuckin' bed
Hopped in the mothafuckin' coupe (SKRRRRR)
Pulled up on the Birdman
I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster
You
side LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it see known,
Mothafuck them niggas and what they say about me (said 'bout me)
You do too much talkin', you a fed, prolly (fed, prolly)
Drive-by in my pocket,
Man Weezy's a legend (yeah)
You can tell by the bottom of my sleeve when you see what's in a bezel
And he be on a level that's so terrific
I'm in
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