Birdgang

Niggas put they fucking stains
On they mouth fam, real talk
I don't know shit 'bout that dude
Im so high, Im birdgang, feel me

I power dan-cing watch how my mood switch
Imma put you through hell for a month
Straight for making me beg for you bitch
I'll act all clueless
Like who robbed you man
Look at the smile on my face when you
Ask how I just bought these shoes man
Say thank you then I'm off in the wind
Like a corner store bag y-3 belt for show
Got the old ladies mad i forgot I had a show
Standing on this corner man i'm a sadist
Imma spend this whole check on Xans
Getting older, moms surprise to see me sober
Still running niggas over
Jerome Bettis on my shoulders
Started off with a few rocks
That wasn't shit
Turn this whole thing to boulders
Screaming fuck these hoes down dusty roads
Collecting golddust i know my purpose
I know how bitches do
She snort the right cut
Her boyfriend scissor loose
I just can't be the same
I miss my train of thought
I watched they whole rehearsal
They don't know how they lost
I just can't be the same
I miss my train of thought
I watched they whole rehearsal
They don't know how they lost