Birds

Lyrics

[Intro] Ooh, ah, it's Duvy (Ooh, J Mak) [Chorus] I wanted the bag, she wanted the love Fuck it, I'm goin' in for what's mine Under the belt, big G-lock, blast I hit it for real, left her in the past Fillin' his whip, put you in the past Tali'd up, yeah, bro, Bin Laden Shootin' to kill, don't shoot like it's practice Down on my last, flipped it like gymnastics I wanted the bag, she wanted the love Fuck it, I'm goin' in for what's mine Under the belt, big G-lock, blast I hit it for real, left her in the past Fillin' his whip, put you in the past Tali'd up, yeah, bro, Bin Laden Shootin' to kill, don't shoot like it's practice Down on my last, flipped it like gymnastics [Break] Has it, dash it I do me with confidence 17 bandits She eat me up, a hungry bitch Clothesline seen her You can't see the heater Skrrt off fast, Beamer Posted in wife beater [Verse 1] Yeah, stop tryna kill my high Lil' Duvy a high roller I could see the fake inside your mind even if I was blind And you know the police right behind us, scream, "Free 9" And shawty with me, hella thick, she fine, she by my side Bro I had to trench this shit She know how real it gets But I can't trip, I got it by my side, that iron Love or hate, boy, let's get down All alone, boy, free 2 times [Chorus] I wanted the bag, she wanted the love Fuck it, I'm goin' in for what's mine Under the belt, big G-lock, blast I hit it for real, left her in the past Fillin' his whip, put you in the past Tali'd up, yeah, bro, Bin Laden Shootin' to kill, don't shoot like it's practice Down on my last, flipped it like gymnastics [Break] Has it, dash it I do me with confidence 17 bandits She eat me up, a hungry bitch Clothesline seen her You can't see the heater Skrrt off fast, Beamer Posted in wife beater [Verse 2] See, I seen too much Niggas change, so what? Youngings on a mission Slide in fashion, they just want more guns Stack funds, add up Rack up, pack in Can't have my trust behind my back 'cause too much niggas so slimey I'm so black hearted, mad wrong I'll be honest, I'm wrong Yeah, fourteen, gone rogue Real one, from then, man, it's real fun [Chorus] I wanted the bag, she wanted the love Fuck it, I'm goin' in for what's mine Under the belt, big G-lock, blast I hit it for real, left her in the past Fillin' his whip, put you in the past Tali'd up, yeah, bro, Bin Laden Shootin' to kill, don't shoot like it's practice Down on my last, flipped it like gymnastics [Break] Has it, dash it I do me with confidence 17 bandits She eat me up, a hungry bitch Clothesline seen her You can't see the heater Skrrt off fast, Beamer Posted in wife beater [Outro] (M10 Productions)