Birdboy

Birdboy Lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, huh
Yeah
(I don’t even think y’all niggas ready)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
SGULL
(They not ready bruh)
(Tay they ready?)
Yeah, yeah
(Tay said “No”)
What?
Yeah
Huh, huh

[Verse 1]
Bullets hit a nigga up, like I’m playin’ Pac-Man
Choppa got a kick back, leave him on a kick stand
Nigga call me doo-doo, yeah I’m the sh*t man
Nigga talking sh*t, so I fired on his b**ch-ass
Glock freeze him up, call that freeze tag
Choppa leave him stuck, that’s a b**ch man
If a nigga play, Imma hit him broad day
With the K
Make a nigga go, ah, yeah
Do the race, call it Tay-K, yeah
f**kin’ on another nigga bae, yeah
Make a nigga shake, earthquake, yeah
Nigga I’m real, you fake, yeah
I be totin’ them glizzy, we love toting’ guns
I do it for real, you do it for fun
When an opp see me, you know they gon’ run
I hang out the window, shoot sh*t like Lebron
You know that I hit ’em, I had to get ’em
They thought I was bowlin’, I had to split ’em
7.62, cut him down the middle
Cookin him up like a f**kin’ McGriddle
Saw me in the game, and you know that Imma score, b**ch
Pull up with the gang
Twist a finger make it bang
To be honest, I’m an animal, I can’t be tamed
Bullets fallin’ out the sky, let that b**ch rain
2-3 shots, take him out with a bang
Back in the summer, I didn’t have a name
Now she suck on my dick while my balls be hangin’
Damn lil Choppa, she say that you slangin’
Hit it from the back, have her changin’ language

[Break]
Huh?
(*Ringer*)
What the f**k?
b**ch stop calling my phone!

[Verse 2]
I hit her one time then I leave her alone
I know I’m not right, ’cause I’m doin her wrong
Just like a dog, I just want a bone
We makin ’em serve, we serve in a cone
I’m a real nigga, you cannot clone
I’m cold with this sh*t like my first name was stone
I’m still a menace…
Huh? (What the f**k?)
I am a devil
Whole other level

[Refrain]
I’m clutchin’ my metal
Cook him like a vegetable
She eatin’ my dick like that b**ch is an edible
I’m clutchin’ my metal
Cook him like a vegetable
She eatin’ my dick like that b**ch is an edible
I’m clutchin’ my metal
Cook him like a vegetable
She eatin’ my dick like that b**ch is an edible

[Verse 3]
Back in 8th grade, I was lame, I was bruisin’
Now I’m up in high school getting head from my tutor
Used to be a fighter, graduated to a shooter
Shoot him in the head, I’m tryna knock out his noodles
I’m a big dog, little nigga you a poodle
I sell a b**ch a dream like my name Young Ruler
Pop off, like I’m Martin Luther
Bullets bless him, that’s a hallelujah

[Outro]
Hrrrrr
Bop, bop, bop, bop, bop
(They shootin’)
Slatt, Slatt
Choppa