Birdgang

Niggas put they fucking stains on they mouth fam, real talk I dont know shit 'bout that dude Im so high, Im birdgang, feel me [Verse 1] I power that cig' 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 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 must say he needs spent his whole cheque on xan 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