Bird

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Yeat - Electronic, Rap

Bird

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[Intro] Ooh-ah Ouu Ouu Mm Mm Runnin' to the pint Yeah (Yo, mTwenty, where you at?) Yeah [Chorus] It's a bird, in the sky, or a plane, go insane (Brr-brr) It's a plain, Jane, on my wrist, it's a lake (Yeah) Cut the lawn, or the grass, for the fakes, yeah, the snakes (Yeah) Put a X pill inside of my Gatorade, bein' high's the way that I'm seein' today (Uh) We been doin' shit that you never heard of Pourin' up Tec, yeah, pourin' up the drop, yeah Imma lay back and just stir my syrup (Uh) You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, you ain't talkin' 'bout that, you ain't talkin 'bout nada (Shh) When it come to my drip, when it come to my bag, that shit is some Prada (Uh) [Verse 1] Yeah, run it up, yeah Yeah, just run it up, yeah Run it up, yeah, just go and run it up, yeah We don't give no fucks, yeah, yeah Give no fucks (Give no fucks) We don't give no fucks, yeah (We don't) They not keepin' up (Nah), yeah, yeah Keep it up, yeah Bitch, I keep it up (Keep it up) Yeah, I keep it up (Keep it up) Better stop playin' with us (Stop playin' with us) Yeah, this not Toys 'R Us (No game) No one to trust, yeah, there's not no one to trust (No one to trust, no one to trust), yeah I'm 'bout to go up ('Bout to go up), yeah, I'm on the brink, on the cusp, yeah (Yeah) I can't even trust myself, no way, not even if my bag was in it (Yeah, no, no, no) I ain't even go break up in this bank, 10k just vanished, man (How?) Yeah-yeah, we gon' do it my way, Ion' have no manners, man Threw a couple racks, 10k, yeah, up in her face (Bitch!), now that she understand, yeah [Bridge] I'm so hi-hi-high, might go pop a Xan', yeah-yeah (Uh) I'm underwater like a shell, feel like Aquaman (Oh) Want to do it all by myself, no, I don't even need no help (I don't need no help) Imma go do what I want (Yo, mTwenty), Imma go to another planet (Yeah, yeah, ah) [Verse 2] Up, a bird (Ah, ah) Yeah-yeah, I'm fly like a seagull (Ah, ah) And everything we do illegal (Ouu) No, I'm not trustin' you people (Nah) And this shit is just like a sequel (Yeah) We go insane, we are so evil (Insane) Fuck it, Imma say I'm the new Beatles (Yeah) Yeah, we got cheese around here, we got Cheetos (Cheetos) Your career had been so dead you better go wrap it up like a burrito And I got aux still playin', I landed on Mars but I'm 'bout to go back to Pluto Why you think you so ill bro? (Why? No) You don't even have a mil bro (You don't even have a mil bro) (Why?) Why you think you the shit, bro you ain't sign a deal bro (Yeah, you ain't sign a deal bro), yeah And it's just an idea, but I'll get a mil though Richard Millie on me, hear my pain hoe Tune in with the greats, with the kid, we on cable (We on cable) I'm the first of my kind that bust your brain, and make you think hoe (Think hoe), yeah Smokin' on stank, hoe (Stank, hoe), yeah, stank hoe (Stank) Eatin' on shrimp, hoe (Shrimp) Rockin' that mink coat (Rockin' that mink) We got a mean flow (Mean) Amiri my jeans, hoe (Amiri my jeans) I'm so high, uh, yeah, yeah, where did my beans go? [Chorus] It's a bird, in the sky, or a plane, go insane (Brr-brr) It's a plain, Jane, on my wrist, it's a lake (Yeah) Cut the lawn, or the grass, for the fakes, yeah, the snakes (Yeah) Put a X pill inside of my Gatorade, bein' high's the way that I'm seein' today (Uh) We been doin' shit that you never heard of Pourin' up Tec, yeah, pourin' up the drop, yeah Imma lay back and just stir my syrup (Uh) You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, you ain't talkin' 'bout that, you ain't talkin 'bout nada (Shh) When it come to my drip, when it come to my bag, that shit is some Prada (Uh) [Outro] Yeah, run it up, yeah Yeah, just run it up, yeah Run it up, yeah, just go and run it up, yeah We don't give no fucks, yeah, yeah Give no fucks (Give no fucks) We don't give no fucks, yeah (We don't)

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  • Yeat
  • mTwenty