Bird Talk

Lyrics

[Intro: KirbLaGoop] Full clip, hunnid thousand, ski, ski Ready to die, ready to die, brr, brr, brr Bird talk, boy What you know? What you know? You ain't know, boy, keep ya mouth closed [Verse 1: KirbLaGoop] I got chickens, pigeons [?] blue jays, boy, I got birds Out the kitchen, I whip 'em, then I ship 'em, cocaine and syrup I got nicks, grams, eighths, quarters, halfs, O's and pounds I can boom it anywhere you want, just tell me where your town We got loud, L.O.D, you ain't gotta lie to me That's your bitch, where you be? She done had to choose on me Two for three of the blues, two for one for the white Mix a pole wit' the pipe, bitch, I ship it like a kite What you know? What you know? Boy, A1 boom I can show you, I can show you, rеally what to do Drop it in, let it swim, preheat twеlve, remix and whip it Let it float like a boat, wet, bag it up and flip up Chicken talk, bird talk, four plus a four Chicken wings, hella business, whoadie, I got bowls I got peanut butter, I got jelly, I got wax, I got crack We be thuggin' like it's [?] I'll remember wherever you at [Chorus: KirbLaGoop & Ruben Slikk] Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens (Bird talk, bitch, Yung Fishmeex, bitch) [Verse 2: Ruben Slikk] Shiny yola, yola, yola Bought it then I sold it sold it Poppin', run up fifty thousand Nigga holla, let 'em hold it Already hit, ain't even much wanted Got dead pres, I'ma pray the card haunted My automatic stress got they plot all daunted My Arab thot look like Pocahontas I don't understand why you thinkin' you can rob me Robbed twenty niggas, fuck nigga shoulda shot me Sippin' hi-tech, ate a fuckload of poppys Watchin' YouTube, rap star carbon copies With the blues clues, let the fiends get 'em off me Happy mud shawty, coca-cola wit' the coffee Pain killer shawty, I'ma die about robbin' Got your girlfriend sobbin', can't get her mind off me Suwoo shawty, rock a red rag, whoadie Smokin' chops by the water on a boat, now she top me Fuck her face to ease my mind Throw the bitch in a trash bin I'm so exquisite, bitch Long dick, explicit shit I blow my load all on her line Press the head on her ass rim I fuck your main bitch raw And then she sucked my dawg [Chorus: KirbLaGoop] Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens Bird talk, I got chickens, I got pigeons, I got chickens