Birds And Keys
Frenchie, Trae Tha Truth
Little bird have you got a key?
Where will you go? Keep yourself afloat
It's time for me to step up
Everything happens for a reason
I fell back now I gotta catch up
Niggas want me dead, I'm riding 'round
With that pistol every day
I'll have your white tee
Looking like ketchup spilled on it
Table got a deal on it
But I'ma stay humble cause
Money don't make me, i got a feel for it
I got four damn kids that I live for
You think I won't kill for 'em?
I don't gotta talk
If I pull it out I'ma pop it
Let off a hundred rounds
I guarantee you'll see the carpet
And you get too close
I bet Wooh Da pull out the carbon
Shooting at everything
Don't get this nigga started
I put that everything, my niggas go retarded
Cuckoo, insane
Something is wrong with my brain
My daddy made me with Vodka and cocaine
The hood where I'm from, you give no names
If you do something
Niggas will clap your man
Run at a funeral just to make
Sure he dead and clap again
A little nigga will pull up on a
Strip with some shit on his hip
Like he got it fresh out of Pakistan
(for real?) trying hard
Do my best just not to clap a man my nigga
They say they got him for trafficking
When they let him out
The industry gon' let him in
I pray that he'll never have to clap again
Little bird have you got a key?
Where will you go? Keep yourself afloat
It's too much fiction in the air
It's like I'm choking
Homie might end up leaving you
Burned like he was smoking
Hope you not sleeping cause if you
Do you gon' get woken show up at your door
I swear to God you better not open
Look, it ain't nothing for play
Thought they was playing for keeps
Everything for real
Niggas ain't taking defeat
Niggas might make it ugly, you thinking that
Fuck a 9 to 5
Young niggas be gunning for cheap
All I know is do what I do
And I get the fuck on
Every hater all on my dick
I tell 'em to suck on
Anyone fuck up my vicinity getting bucked up
Pull up with that nigga your luck on
I hear them niggas say I
Was tripping, fuck it
Tell 'em I'm tripping now you in need of
You can tell 'em I'm pimping now
Trying to get off this artillery
I'm moving in foreign whip
Trip and I'ma end up getting a flip now
Little bird have you got a key?
Where will you go? Keep yourself afloat
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