Byrd

Lyrics

[Verse] Nigga a trick, so I can't take him serious Showed 'em what's up, 'cause they said they was curious I know they despise how I move with my fearlessness She tells me she hates how I act with the killing shit How the fuck I can't blow up? It's like [?] How the fuck I can't blow up? It's like [?] Working 'til the work slow, I'm up like a Mexican And I flex hard, they should call me a flexican Byrd Gang shit, fly as hell like a pelican They can't operate like me, 'cause I'm the veteran She can't conversate with me, my bitch badder He right 'bout the bands, but he moving in the-, damn He right 'bout the bands, but he moving in the center You be in the stands, Bloody! balling on the full court Smoking on this Za, and you smoking on a Newport [?] could give a fuck 'bout my achievements Seeing all the fake put me in a mode of defense Chop took his soul, 'cause he thought he could score on me What could be better if they had a little more of me? She can't do no wrong [?] I shoot, and I miss, I know gang'll catch the ball for me Every day I sin, so it's no way the lord'll comfort me I talk to myself, it's no way the lord could comfort me Pretty, so all the hoes wanna be comfy with me Fuck this life shit, all the negative stuck with me Hurting, the pain that I been through stuck with me I hope she an angel, I hope that she stuck to me Niggas love to fake it, acting like they fuck with me I got a heat stick, heat his whole top up Don't even speak, just proceed to eat my cock up Rockstar shit, I'm with the band like I'm [?] Drake in my hand [?] like a rasta Put her on the camera, and I tell her, "Make the cute face" Piss the semen on her teeth, Bloody! toothpaste I don't ever lose, I'll beat you niggas in a footrace And my bitch short, she remind me of a munchkin Beat this nigga face into his head just like a pumpkin You can up or die, lose you life over assumptions Look at my heart, all you see is the corruption If I'm making songs, I don't need an interruption