Bird
Yeat
It's a bird, in the sky, or a plane
Go insane
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 my Gatorade
Being high's the way that I'm seeing today
(uh)
We been doing shit that you never heard of
Pouring up Tec, yeah, pouring up the drop
Yeah I'mma lay back and just stir up my syrup
(uh) you ain't talkin' bout shit, you
Ain't talkin' bout that
You ain't talkin bout nada (shhh)
When it come to my drip, when
It come to my bag, that shit some Prada
(ay)
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) yeah, we don't give no fucks
Yeah (we don't)
They not keepin' up, yeah, yeah, keepin' up
Yeah bitch I keep it up
(keep it up) yeah, I keep it up (keep it up)
Better stop playing with us
(stop playing with us) yeah
This not Toys 'R Us (no games)
No one to trust, yeah
There's not no one to trust
(no one to trust) about to go up
(about to go up) yeah, I'm on
The brink, on the cusp, yeah
I can't even trust myself, no way
Not even if my bag was in it (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, now bitch
(bitch) she understand (yeah)
I'm so high, II might go pop a Xan, yeah (uh)
I’m underwater like a shell
Feel like Aquaman (ooh)
Want to do it all my by myself
No I don’t even need no hand
(don't need no hand)
I’mma go do what I want I’mma go to a planet
It’s a bird
Yeah yeah, I’m fly like a seagull
And everything we do illegal (no)
No I’m not trusting you people (nah)
And this shit is just like a sequel
We go insane, we are so evil (insane)
Bitch fuck it, I’mma say I’m the new Beatles
(yeah)
Yeah we got cheese around here we got Cheetos
(Cheetos)
Your career had been so you better go
Wrap it up like a burrito
And I got aux still playing
I landed on Mars but I'm about
To go back to Pluto
Why you did it 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
And it's just an idea
But I would get a mil though
Richard Millie on me, hear my pain hoe
20 with the greats, with the kid, we on cable
I'm the first of my kind that'll bust
Your brain and make you think hoe
Smoking on stink, hoe
(stink hoe) stink hoe (stink)
Eating on shrimp, hoe, shrimp
Rocking that mink coat (rocking that mink)
We got a mean flow
(mean) Amiri my jeans, hoe (Amiri my jeans)
I'm so high, where did my beans go?
It's a bird, in the sky, or a plane
Go insane
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 my Gatorade
Being high's the way that I'm seeing today
(uh)
We been doing shit that you never heard of
Pouring up Tec, yeah, pouring up the drop
Yeah I'ma lay back and just stir up my syrup
(uh) you ain't talkin' bout shit, you
Ain't talkin' bout that
You ain't talkin bout nada (shhh)
When it come to my drip, when
It come to my bag, that shit some Prada
(ay)
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, yeah, we don't give no fucks, yeah
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